Damn time's been caught by the hysteria
People scream and shout, our generation's on the move
When disco spreads like a bacteria
Those lonely days are out
Welcome the passion of the groove
The golden years, the silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanted it down, you spin me around
I stand on the borderline
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque
I saw you crying, I saw you crying at the discotheque
I saw you crying, I saw you crying at the discotheque
Tonight's the night of deseteria
The joining of a tribe
The speakers blasting clear and loud
The way you dance is our criteria
The DJ takes you high
The tears of joy baptize the crowd
The golden years, the silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanted it down, you spin me around
I stand on the borderline
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque
I saw you crying, I saw you crying at the discotheque
I saw you crying, I saw you crying at the discotheque
The passion of the groove
Generation on the move
Joining on the disco tribe
Let the music take you high
The golden years, the silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanted it down, you spin me around
I stand on the borderline
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque