The Friday cars pour people,
Like the bearded bar-man pours drinks,
And everybody's lookin' good,
Though not as good as they all think.

But attitude is everything,
Shouts a lady as they open up the doors,
And everybody starts pushing
To get a spot on the checkered dance floor.

CHORUS:
It's all aboard the Disco Bus,
The party place on wheels.
You never know just where you're goin',
But you like just how it feels.

Yeah, it's all aboard the Disco Bus,
It's the 21st century.
The drinks here may be pricey,
But the good times they're all free.
(end of chorus)

DJ Toby's in the corner,
Layin' down a funky beat,
While the sequin-studded cowboy
Looks for a cowgirl he'd like to meet.

Outside the cityscape changes,
And the landmarks pass me by,
But inside it's a party,
And everybody's getting high.

CHORUS

Worries can't catch this train,
And neither can the cops,
Cause once the party's in motion,
The bus ain't stoppin' till it stops.

So all you lonely souls out there,
Listen close and heed the call,
Join the fun and hitch a ride,
On the world's first moving dance hall.

CHORUS