At the Indie Disco

We go down to the indie disco every Thursday night

Dance to our favorite indie hits until the morning light

At the indie disco

The indie disco

At the indie disco, yeah

We've got a table in the corner that is always ours

Under the poster of Morrissey with a bunch of flowers

We drink and talk 'bout stupid stuff

Then hit the floor for Tainted Love

You know I just can't get enough

Of the indie disco

The indie disco

At the indie disco, yeah

Give us some Pixies and some Roses and some Valentines

(We're in Heaven)

Give us some Blur and some Cure and some Wannadies

(New place forever)

And now we're moving to the beat

And staring at each other's feet

I wonder if she fancies me, yeah

At the indie disco

The indie disco

At the indie disco, yeah

And when it's over and I'm freezing on the night bus home

I think of her and I sing the words to my favorite song, oh, yeah

She makes my heart beat the same way

As at the start of Blue Monday

Always the last song that they play

At the indie disco

The indie disco

At the indie disco

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, uh-huh

At the indie disco

The indie disco

At the indie disco, yeah