Just as disco dancing was flourishing
It was Donna we were all worshiping
With her beautiful looks and sexuality
Who else but her, had all that vitality
Relentless pulsating of the music's sounds
Who cared that we all looked like clowns
The louder the music the better the moves
Not that our elders would ever approve
Energetic gyrating, the drowning in sweat
Feeling we were all part of the new jet set
Frenzied moves under the psychedelic ball
Partners or not, the floor was free for all
Mini dresses with long flared sleeves
One piece jumpsuits flared at the knees
Using an iron we pressed our hair straight
Just may be the night to find the right mate
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