The lighting and balloons in the hall seem sadly gay,
I stand in the corner by the bad-smelling buffet,
I'm terribly alone, and forgotten on the dancefloor,
I'm going home, you can't convince me to stay,

I broke my heart at high school discos,
In second year,
Two pounds entry,
To be where pretty little preps
Show off their dancing steps
To sixth-year goths with silly hair,
I don't care,
I'll stand and stare at high school discos,
Scuffing my feet so timidly,
I won't come back to those high school discos,
At least I'll save my entrance fee!