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Frank Zappa - Halloween 77 - Disco Boy
Halloween 77
Disc 1
01. Halloween 1977 Show Start/Introductions
02. Peaches en Regalia
03. The Torture Never Stops
04. Tryin’ to Grow a Chin
05. City of Tiny Lites
06. Pound for a Brown
07. The Demise of the Imported Rubber Goods Mask
08. Bobby Brown Goes Down
09. Conehead (instrumental)
10. Flakes
11. Big Leg Emma
Disc 2
01. Envelopes
02. Terry’s Halloween Solo
03. Disco Boy
04. Läther
05. Wild Love
06. Titties ’n Beer
07. Halloween Audience Participation
08. The Black Page #2
09. Jones Crusher
10. Broken Hearts Are for Assholes
Disc 3
01. Punky’s Whips
02. Halloween Encore Audience
03. Dinah‐Moe‐Humm
04. Camarillo Brillo
05. Muffin Man
06. San Ber’dino
07. Black Napkins
08. King Kong
09. A Halloween Treat With Thomas Nordegg
10. Audience Participation #5
11. The Black Page #2
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair
Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders
'Cause some dandruff might be hiding there

Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the
Disco thing made you think someday that you
Just might go somewhere

Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a
Disco boy, to treat you right
He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight
Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb

Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair
Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're
Playing with it while you're standing there

Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl
Who's really right, gonna fall for your line
And feed you a box full of chicken delight

Disco chit-chat so demure
Pump that booty all across the floor
A disco drink, a disco wink
You never go duty that's what you think
You never go duty that's what you think
You never go duty that's what you think

Duty, go duty
Duty, go duty
Duty, you never go duty
Duty, you never go duty
Duty, you never go duty
Duty, you never go duty
You never duty, go duty
Duty, you never duty

Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again
Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's
Leaving with your friend

Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and
Try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow

Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you
Still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll
Blot out your disco sorrow

It's disco love tonight, make sure you look alright
It's disco love tonight, make sure you look alright