[intro] Ooh-oooh, yeah! Can ya feel it, sugar? Huh! HAH! Uh-huh—come on! (Mm-mmm) Feels so right… But somethin’ ain’t quite tight—no-no! [verse 1] I got a fever in my glitter boots, Shimmy-shakin’ but I just can’t compute— You slide on up with your velvet stare, But I got a tickle and it’s creepin’ everywhere… Gold chain swingin’, lips like sin, You whisper sweet but you ain’t gettin’ in— My body’s callin’ like a disco scratch, But baby, you don’t know where to match! [pre-chorus] Oooh, it’s a slow burn, sugar turn, Groovin’ low with a twist and churn— But I need a lover who can read my map, Not just a jiver lookin’ for a trap! [chorus] It’s an itch I can’t scratch, a twist I can’t catch, Like a needle on the vinyl just dancin’ off-track— You got style, got strut, but can’t find the latch, I need someone to scratch my boogie just right— Yeah, all night! (HAH!) Scratch it, baby! [verse 2] You brought your moves from the Soul Train floor, But honey, that ain’t openin’ my funky door— You shake like glitter in a mirror ball, But I’m itchin’ in a place you can’t reach at all… You say “Hey mama, lemme take that ride,” But I need a rocket, not a pony to glide— You’re disco-light, but I’m strobe-machine, I need a lover with a laser beam! [pre-chorus] Ohhh, velvet touch with a vinyl slip, But you fumble on the zip-zap zip— I need a groover who can read the signs, Not just a mover stuck on rewind! [chorus] It’s an itch I can’t scratch, a tease with no match, Like a hustle with no hustle, just a boogie mismatch— You got charm, got chat, but can’t make it hatch, I need someone to scratch my boogie just right— Uh-huh, all night! (Shoo-bee-doo-bop!) C’mon now! [bridge] (Don’t stop… just bop…) Ooooh—slide that finger down the beat, Find the groove beneath my seat— Touch the rhythm, stroke the spark, Turn my disco into after-dark! [breakdown / vocalization] Ahn—itch it! Ooooh! Scratch it! Boogie-woogie, get me hot! Shimmy that key in my lockspot! (Mmm-mmm, ahh—hot damn!) Ooh baby you missed the jam! [chorus] It’s an itch I can’t scratch, and I’m comin’ unlatched, Like a satin jumpsuit caught on a latch— You look fine, divine, but you’re losin’ the patch, I need someone to scratch my boogie just right— (Take it to the night!) All night, all night—yeah! [outro] Keep on dancin’ but you ain’t got the touch… I need the funk, baby—too much ain’t enough! Can’t fake the feel, can’t rush the spark, I need a disco king who hits the mark! Oooh… scratch it!
