[Verse 1] He struts in slow-mo through the door, Gold chains janglin’, heels hit the floor. Shiny shirt, collar six feet wide, Hair like thunder and hips with pride. [Pre-Chorus] He’s got more sparkle than a soda can, Thinks he’s hotter than a frying pan. [Chorus – groovy] He’s the King of the Mirrorball, oh yeah! He don’t dance – he declares war! With every spin and pelvic call, He rules the floor forevermore! [Verse 2] He talks in falsetto, walks like a cat, Says “Stayin’ Alive” is where it’s at. He winks at grandmas, steals your girl, Claims Studio 54 was his world. [Bridge – spoken like a legend] He once danced so hard the lights blew out. The DJ fainted. Nobody had doubt. He moonwalked before it was cool — sideways. [Chorus – again, with backup singers] He’s the King of the Mirrorball, alright! His chest hair shines in disco light! With every pose and polyester fall, He’s got no shame… he’s got it all! [Breakdown – bass-driven, funky] He don’t need no crown or throne, Just a dance floor of his own. He’s royalty in platform shoes, And Saturday nights are where he rules. [Final Chorus – bigger, brass hits] King of the Mirrorball – hear the beat! Struts like a god with disco feet! If cool was crime, he’d do life in jail — But he’d dance his trial… and never fail!
