One, two, three and four

She fluffs her hair, she hits the floor

Spandex pants, wide pink belt

She's got the 80s metal down

I don't get why anyone would wanna repeat this more than once

She goes aye, aye, aye, aye!



And I, I'm stupidfied

She's heading for the disco

I think I'll keep my distance

Air head on the run,

Suburbian fun (x2)




Five, six, seven, eight

She wishes Bret Michaels was her date

Trying so hard to be old school

But goddamned Poison was never cool

I don't get why anyone would wanna dress up as an

80s whore

(She goes Na-na-na-na-na-nah!)



And now, I'm stupified

She's heading for the disco

I think I'll keep my distance

Air head on the run

Suburbian fun...(x2)



(Whoo!)



She's heading for the disco

I think I'll keep my distance

On the run

Suburbian fun



Disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, diso

She's heading for the disco...