Before the stylus hits the vinyl,
You're out there on the floor,
Time to groove and shake your can,
You've just one decade, nothing more.
Time enough to grab some gusto,
Better take it on the run,
'Cause when Saturn enters Libra
Time is up, the party's done.

And once again, you bump and grind your ass,
And though you're standing still your hips are moving fast.
And as the throbbing music plays,
You just can't hear a word she says,
But you don't ask!

Shake your hot bootie!
Shake your hot bootie!
Get down like the Graces,
Phoebus and Terpsichore!

It's a long and writhing journey
From Parnassus to Club Grec,
But Apollo's strobe-rayed arrows
Pierce the modern discotheque.
In the polished marble men's room
Bacchus takes you to one side,
And your nose is hardly running
As you do another line.

And once again, the choral strophes turn;
The sequined shirt of Nessus starts to burn,
And as the throbbing music plays,
Nero sets the town ablaze . . .
When will we learn?

Let your bootie go!
Let your bootie go!
Hustle like Harmonia
On light, fantastic toe!

Here, come over here,
Beneath Diana's mirrored ball
We'll dance and plan a one-night stand
Without fear.
Don't dance so near!
When I do the splits stand back,
'Cause these white polyester slacks
I wear might tear!

[musical dance-sequence interlude]

One by one you've made your conquests,
Not a babe that got away.
What it is that makes you such a disco god
Ammon won't say.
And when, some day, the herald comes
On winged platform shoes
To take you to the land
Where the black-shaded singers groove,
At least you've had your share of kicks,
And lived a life of dancing, drugs and chicks,
You'll know that disco dog in hell
Is wearing six snow white lapels
As wide as Styx.

Shake your hot bootay!
Shake your hot bootay!
Boogie like a bacchante,
Like Ino and Agave!

Have a nice day!
Have a nice day!

Brian L Chaffin (chaff002@maroon.tc.umn.edu)