The baby boomers, when they were hippies
Did too much acid in a row and Woodstock seemed long ago
Endured extreme hate. Lived through Watergate
After they got out of their trance, they knew that they liked to dance
Across a crowded floor, And yes, they wanted more
They were young and they knew no limits
Where did they have fun?

At the disco (At!), Fun at the disco (At the disco)
Just a few miles from San Francisco (Few)
At the disco (At!), Fun at the disco
Sexual passion polyester fashion
At the disco....the night fever

(Have Fun Fun at the disco)

They did the hustle and shook their booty
The dance floor engulfed in a roar, like Studio 54
They were not finished, but it was over
Some of them went a bit too far, their minds blew out in the bar
Their bodies were a wreck. Spoons hanging from their neck
There was some white powder residue
Life in the fast lane

At the disco (At!), Fun at the disco (At the disco)
Just a few miles from San Francisco (Few)
At the disco (At!), Fun at the disco
Sexual passion polyester fashion
At the disco....and strobe lights, too

(Have Fun Fun at the disco)
(Have Fun Fun at the disco) (Fun at the disco, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Have Fun Fun at the disco)
(Come to the disco near San Francisco)
(Sexual passion...Such tacky fash--shun)

The baby boomers, they’ll never grow up
It’s more than 30 years ago, since they all enjoyed disco
Let’s watch VH1, for clean harmless fun
The fashion and the decadence, and there was no common sense
Watching it late at night, the people were a sight
They lost their youth and they lost their septums
They were all snowblind

At the disco (At!), Fun at the disco (At the disco)
Just a few miles from San Francisco (Few)
At the disco (At!), Fun at the disco
Sexual passion polyester fashion

(At the disco) They won’t grow up
Fun at the disco
Fun at the disco