Disco Biscuit Love

Call it art, call it cult

Trudy was a friend of old

Call her eyes, such a fright,

She's sailing on a wave of light, oh trudy, trudy...

She just called to tell me

'we've got names on every door'

She's in the self-destruct mode

For one big night to end it all

Oh trudy, you're with the meanest boy in the hills

I know he's groovy, but he only loves you when he's on pills

And you can call it what you want to call it,

But you know it's disco biscuit love.

Trudy walks a different road

Truly she would try it all

Leave your head in the cloakroom

Leave your heart at the door

Oh, trudy, trudy...

You touched the untouchable

Because this earth is no fun at all

And now when cindy plays at the disco

I don't see you on the floor

Oh trudy, you're with the meanest boy in the hills

I know he's groovy, but he only loves you when he's on pills

And it's that heart of yours, it's not your body that makes you ill

You're so sick with his disco biscuit love

She's falling from grace at the disco

She's out of her place at the disco

Saw your face in the crowd

I called out, but the beat's too loud

I saw your face in the crowd, i know it's gonna be alright

Oh trudy, you're with the meanest boy in the hills

I know he's groovy, but he only loves you when he's on pills

And it's that heart of yours, it's not your body that makes you ill

You're so sick with his disco biscuit love

Now she's falling asleep at the disco

Who's falling asleep at the disco

Now she's falling asleep at the disco

Who's falling asleep?