He's a Balloch boy who lives at the crossa plumber an a drummer an his own boss
on Friday night likes to misbehave
he's disco dave havin a rave
disco dave havin a rave
listens to Peel on an old tape deck
punkrocker for life so what the heck
loves a jam wi Paul and Ivan
and disco dave's a Kennedys fan
disco dave's a Kennedys fan
Rachel screams, da turn it doon
ye huvny a clue boot a decent tune
it's eight o'clock, yer playin Nick Cave!
yeah disco dave is havin a rave
disco dave is havin a rave
mean five drummer in many bands
but the neighbours complained so percussion's banned
they even took the jingles from his tambourine
but disco dave still steals the scene
disco dave still steals the scene
he leaps to the floor with his silent halo
dances like a demon to Ramones and Jello
racks up the sound, gives Rachel a wave
yeah disco dave is havin a rave
disco dave is havin a rave
Sunday mornin and the party's done
but with ravin dave hasn't even begun
Eilidh's here for her daddy's hugs
now dave the rave is feeling love
dave the rave is feeling love
a plumber and a drummer and a loving dad
a dancer in the dark when feeling sad
but the rhythm of his soul stays strong and brave
cos life's a rave for disco dave
yeah disco dave is havin a rave.
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