Lyrics
I know this guy who thinks he’s dope
and all he does is talk, talk, talk, talk.
He says that he is the shit cuz of his new remix,
But he’s not, not, not, not.
He likes that four on the floor,
That goes Boom Boom.
He likes them fancy cars,
That go Zoom Zoom.
He’ll tie your brain into knots with rapid fire name drops.
Beware, Beware of phony disco.
They gonna make you go,
Boom Boom Bang from the waves of their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
Beware, Beware of phony disco
You know it’s all the same
Boom Boom Bang that they play from their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
I know this girl who thinks she’s fly,
but all she does is liel, lie, lie, lie.
She says that she’s 25, but I can see by her thighs
That she’s not, not, not, not.
She likes that four on the floor,
That goes Boom Boom.
She likes them fancy cars,
That go Zoom Zoom.
Watch out she’ll puke in the bar, try to make out in your car.
«Bitch you got hotdog in your gum!»
Beware, Beware of phony disco.
They gonna make you go,
Boom Boom Bang from the waves of their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
Beware, Beware of phony disco
You know it’s all the same
Boom Boom Bang that they play from their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
(bridge)
The funky robot’s gone junky,
Now they’re out for us all.
Yeah they traded brass monkey,
For a disco ball.
Beware, Beware of phony disco.
They gonna make you go,
Boom Boom Bang from the waves of their stereo, oh oh oh oh.
Beware, Beware of phony disco
You know it’s all the same
Boom Boom Bang that they play from their stereo, oh oh oh oh.