Backfire At The Disco

It's 8 o'clock and I'm feeling fine
I'm out on a date tonight
In a candle lit restaurant down by the riversideEverything's going alright, I guess
She took down my number and home address
Everything was going perfectly untilIt backfired at the disco
She slapped me at the disco
I did something I'll never forgetIt was a chat-up line built not to impress
More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress
My wires crossed like they've never done beforeWell, it's 3 o'clock and I'm feeling shite
I'm going home alone tonight
Everything was going perfectly untilIt backfired at the disco
She slapped me at the disco
I did something I'll never forgetIt backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
I made a move when it was well out of context
1, 2, 3, 4Well, it backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
Yeah, it backfired at the disco
When you slapped me at the discoYeah, it backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
Yeah, it backfired at the disco
When you slapped me at the disco