One-two, cut that light Back room, Saturday night Needle down, speakers split DISCO! KILL IT! Kick that door, don’t ring no bell Hot little room and the floorboards yell Bass downstairs, drum upstairs Somebody dancing like nobody cares Cheap black shades and a crooked grin Put that dusty little record in One good break and I’m back on track Two-bar cut— Then bring it back Left foot slip Right foot slide Whole damn room on a washing-machine ride No velvet rope No guest list Just one beat— DISCO! KILL IT! DISCO! KILL IT! Cut it up! Then flip it! DISCO! KILL IT! One more time— Now hit it! Needle got hot, DJ got nerve Beat hit hard on the outside curve No champagne, no fancy chair Just sweat on the wall and smoke in the air I got one shoe stuck to the floor Still want three, four, five beats more Don’t need strings Don’t need class Give me that drum with the big fat ass Cut! Spin! Drop! Move! Everybody got something to prove You brought talk— We brought rhythm DISCO! KILL IT! Don’t stop that beat. Don’t clean that beat. Don’t fix that beat. KILL IT! Back to the front— Front to the back— Somebody put another break on the stack Flash that light— Cut that sound— Bring that ugly little bass back around No slow dance No last call We’re gonna shake one screw from the wall One for the feet Two for the head Three for the neighbors getting out of bed You want clean? Wrong address. You want cool? Make a mess. Whole room jump when the needle gets hit— DISCO! KILL IT! DISCO! KILL IT! Cut it up! Then flip it! DISCO! KILL IT! BREAK THAT—
