King of the Mirrorball (1983)
1980s, italo-disco, [fermale voice]
King of the Mirrorball (1983)
1980s, italo-disco, [fermale voice]
Lyrics
Verse 1
He struts in slow-mo through the door,
Gold chains janglin’, heels hit the floor.
Shiny shirt, collar six feet wide,
Hair like thunder and hips with pride.
Pre-Chorus
He’s got more sparkle than a soda can,
Thinks he’s hotter than a frying pan.
Chorus – groovy
He’s the King of the Mirrorball, oh yeah!
He don’t dance – he declares war!
With every spin and pelvic call,
He rules the floor forevermore!
Verse 2
He talks in falsetto, walks like a cat,
Says “Stayin’ Alive” is where it’s at.
He winks at grandmas, steals your girl,
Claims Studio 54 was his world.
Bridge – spoken like a legend
He once danced so hard the lights blew out.
The DJ fainted. Nobody had doubt.
He moonwalked before it was cool — sideways.
Chorus – again, with backup singers
He’s the King of the Mirrorball, alright!
His chest hair shines in disco light!
With every pose and polyester fall,
He’s got no shame… he’s got it all!
Breakdown – bass-driven, funky
He don’t need no crown or throne,
Just a dance floor of his own.
He’s royalty in platform shoes,
And Saturday nights are where he rules.
Final Chorus – bigger, brass hits
King of the Mirrorball – hear the beat!
Struts like a god with disco feet!
If cool was crime, he’d do life in jail —
But he’d dance his trial… and never fail!