Lyrics
Disco, remember me?
The girl from nineteen-seventy
You said you loved my high-hats
Then stripped me out my vinyl
So you could put me on CD
When all you wanted was to download me
That's how it was when we all dated
Time stretched and syncopated
And then I let you dance inside my Paradise Garage
In my full afro and catsuits
I exuded Savoir-Faire honey
You begged me to show you how to get down
Dancing just to me
I wanted to be free
But then you reel-to-reeled me in
Chopped me up and left me bleeding on your edit bay
Said you'd house me
You in my hut now
It was Love Hangovers and Pierre Cardin
Taking Saturday mass with Larry and 'em
Pennants were saying Grace Jones, there
All through that Donna Summer
Synthesize me, despise me but can't magnetize me
Disco biscuit Eucharist, yeah
Studio 54 baptized me
And you
Wasn't I the one that helped you lace up your dancing shoes?
So you could stomp up out that closet
Said you'd never apologise for being gloriously gay-nor
Did you give a Diana Ross clap
When you cha-cha-cha'd your way in to the lobs'
And let David inside your Boney M.
But lemme tell you how the dis-goes
They said my music turned Dru Hill up in to Sisqó
I hear how you've married me in to hip-hop
And soulful and trance and garage
I love that, but don't forget
My maiden name is Disco
That's how it was when we all dated
Time stretched and syncopated
And then I let you dance inside my Paradise Garage
In my full afro and catsuits
I exuded Savoir-Faire honey
You begged me to show you how to get down
Written by: Glyne Brathwaite, Joanne Gairy, Leigh Darlow, Matthew Bandy