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 !@#$ed Poison was never cool
I don't get why anyone would wanna dress up as an

80s !@^%
(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...