| Song | Slipped My Disco |
| Artist | The Tubes |
| Album | Young & Rich |
| 作词 : Spooner, Steen | |
| (spooner/steen) | |
| Well the joint was jumpin' | |
| Maybe i got too high | |
| And the beat was familiar | |
| My feet were too sly | |
| I tried to hustle | |
| I tried to bump | |
| I was always steppin' | |
| When it was time to jump | |
| My baby said quit | |
| I told her i wouldn't | |
| If she asked me today | |
| I'd say i couldn't | |
| Slipped my disco--he slipped his disco | |
| Slipped my disco when i was dancing with you, baby | |
| I begin to wonder | |
| Is it worth the pain | |
| Get so twisted | |
| That you wind up lame | |
| Maybe it's my technique | |
| Or is it my shoes | |
| Just another white boy | |
| With the disco blues | |
| Sometimes my body does | |
| Things that my brain don't understand | |
| I'm not the man i was | |
| But my feet still think i am | |
| And the doctor's busy | |
| He's checking me out | |
| He says i'm crazy | |
| To jump and shout | |
| I said, one more number doc, | |
| Just one more tune | |
| Let me out of this emergency room--and i | |
| Slipped my disco--he slipped his disco | |
| Slipped my disco when i was dancing with you, baby | |
| I begin to wonder | |
| Is it worth the pain | |
| Get so twisted | |
| That you wind up lame | |
| Maybe it's my technique | |
| Or is it my shoes | |
| Just another white boy | |
| With the disco blues |
| zuò cí : Spooner, Steen | |
| spooner steen | |
| Well the joint was jumpin' | |
| Maybe i got too high | |
| And the beat was familiar | |
| My feet were too sly | |
| I tried to hustle | |
| I tried to bump | |
| I was always steppin' | |
| When it was time to jump | |
| My baby said quit | |
| I told her i wouldn' t | |
| If she asked me today | |
| I' d say i couldn' t | |
| Slipped my discohe slipped his disco | |
| Slipped my disco when i was dancing with you, baby | |
| I begin to wonder | |
| Is it worth the pain | |
| Get so twisted | |
| That you wind up lame | |
| Maybe it' s my technique | |
| Or is it my shoes | |
| Just another white boy | |
| With the disco blues | |
| Sometimes my body does | |
| Things that my brain don' t understand | |
| I' m not the man i was | |
| But my feet still think i am | |
| And the doctor' s busy | |
| He' s checking me out | |
| He says i' m crazy | |
| To jump and shout | |
| I said, one more number doc, | |
| Just one more tune | |
| Let me out of this emergency roomand i | |
| Slipped my discohe slipped his disco | |
| Slipped my disco when i was dancing with you, baby | |
| I begin to wonder | |
| Is it worth the pain | |
| Get so twisted | |
| That you wind up lame | |
| Maybe it' s my technique | |
| Or is it my shoes | |
| Just another white boy | |
| With the disco blues |