Do a little dance

Make a little love

Get down tonight

Do a little dance

And then you drink a little water

Give it away (thrice) now

hey man, nice shot

I wish I would’ve met you.

(or don’t I know the rules of this game?)

Look at me

I’m the Disco Duck!

Ah! Let’s go



No rules, KCSuze. Just free-associate.



Hey hey hey hey!

What’s the matter?

Don’t you feel right?

Oh, don’t you feel right?


You want this party started, right?

You want this party started quickly, right?

I gotcher phone number baby

Call you sometime

I think I might get out tonight

Maybe give you a ride

And if I had the chance,

I’d ask the world to dance,

and I’d be dancing with myself…

(GM, like the Afghan Whigs reference.)

Burn baby Burn*–

Disco inferno
*[sub]A friend of mine pointed out this is the only song using this particular phrase – nothing more political from the '60s. I haven’t come up with a counterexample yet – can you?[/sub]

You can dance.

You can jive.

Having the time of your life.

Oooh Oooh Oooh

See that girl.

Watch that scene.

She IS the dancing queen.

Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance

with the stars up above in the sky

a fantabulous night to make romance

'neath the cover of October skies

…and it’s hard to hear the music of life
when you’re just a lonely dancer…

Me and the Farmer
Get on fine…

I don’t know whether I quoted that song correctly.

Take me down to Paradise City;

Where the girls are nice and have big titties!
I like my version better.

This is a story about his dog

For the dog that chases his tail

Will be dizzy

Dogs of the world, Unite!

House dogs, farm dogs, street dogs

Nasty dogs

Atomic Dogs (DOG!)

I want you to dance naked
So I can see you
I’d like to get to know you
You don’t have to act naughty

Go go go go shorty
Go shorty
It’s your birthday
We’re gonna party like
It’s your birthday
We’re gonna sip Bacardi like
It’s your birthday
And we don’t give a f*ck it’s not your birthday!

You can find me in the club…

(Overplayed like a mutha but I love it anyway.)