At The Indie Disco

We go down to the indie disco every Thursday night

Dance to our favourite indie hits until the morning light

At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco

yeah

We’ve got a table in the corner that is always ours

Under the poster of Morrissey with a bunch of flowers

We drink and talk about stupid stuff

Then hit the floor for Tainted love

You know I just can’t get enough

At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco

yeah

Give us some Pixies and some Roses and some Valentines

Give us some Blur, and some Cure, and some Wannadies

And now we’re moving to the beat

And staring at each other’s feet

I wonder if she fancies me

At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco

yeah

And when it’s over and I’m freezing on the night bus home

I think of her and I sing the words to my favourite song

She makes my heart beat the same way

As at the start of Blue Monday

Always the last song that they play

At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco

yeah yeah yeah...

At the indie disco... the indie disco... at the indie

disco yeah