Downtown's been caught by the hysteria,
People scream and shout.
A generation's on the move.
When disco spreads like a bacteria,
Those lonely days are out,
Welcome the passion of the groove.

The golden years,
The silver tears,
You wore a tie like Richard Gere.
I wanna get down,
You spin me around,
I stand on the borderline.

Crying at the discoteque!
Crying at the discoteque!

I saw you crying,
I saw you crying at the discoteque.
I saw you crying,
I saw you crying at the discoteque.

Tonight's the night at the danceteria,
The joining of the tribe,
The speakers blasting clear and loud,
The way you dance is our criteria,
The DJ takes you high,
Let tears of joy baptize the crowd.

The golden years,
The silver tears,
You wore a tie like Richard Gere.
I wanna get down,
You spin me around,
I stand on the borderline...

Crying at the discoteque!
Crying at the discoteque!

I saw you crying,
I saw you crying at the discoteque.
I saw you crying,
I saw you crying at the discoteque.

The passion of the groove,
Generation on the move.
Joining of the disco tribe,
Let the music take you high...

The golden years,
The silver tears,
You wore a tie like Richard Gere.
I wanna get down,
You spin me around,
I stand on the borderline,

Crying at the discoteque!
Crying at the discoteque!

I saw you crying,
I saw you crying at the discoteque.
I saw you crying,
I saw you crying at the discoteque

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