Backfire at the Disco

It's 8 o' clock and I'm feeling fine

I'm out on a date tonight

In a candle lit restaurant down by the riverside

Everything's going alright I guess

She took down my number and home address

Everything was going perfectly until

It backfired at the disco, she slapped me at the disco, I did something I'll never forget

It was a chat-up line built not to impress

More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress

My wires crossed like they've never done before

Well it's 3 o' clock and I'm feeling shite

I'm going home alone tonight

I made a move when it was well out of context

It backfired at the disco, she slapped me at the disco

I did something I'll never forget

It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco

I made a move when it was well out of context

It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco

It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco

Yeah, it backfired at the disco, when she slapped me at the disco

It backfired at the disco, we were dancing at the disco