At The Indie Disco

We go down to the indie disco every Thursday night Dance to our favourite indie hits until the morning light At the indie disco The indie disco At the indie disco, yeah We’ve got a table in the corner that is always ours Under the poster of Morrissey with a bunch of flowers We drink and talk about stupid stuff Then hit the floor for Tainted Love You know I just can’t get enough At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah Give us some Pixies and some Roses and some Valentines Give us some Blur, and some Cure, and some Wannadies And now we’re moving to the beat And staring at each other’s feet I wonder if she fancies me At the indie disco The indie disco At the indie disco, yeah And when it’s over and I’m freezing on the night bus home I think of her and I sing the words to my favourite song She makes my heart beat the same way As at the start of Blue Monday Always the last song that they play At the indie disco The indie disco At the indie disco, yeah yeah yeah... At the indie disco The indie disco At the indie disco, yeah