Do you have a case of Saturday night fever.
And you’d like to stay in bed in the Y.M.C.A.
Than don’t blame it on the sunshine.
Don’t blame it on the moonlight.
Don’t blame it on the good times.
Blame it on the boogie.
Knock on wood.
And have a disco inferno.
You should be dancing
With daddy cool, your greatest lover.
You’re born to be alive.
And you’re not a dirty old man.
So relight my fire.
Or join the navy
And remember the 70’s
