Disco Dolly
disco, hi-NRG, euphoric dance, 120 BPM, four-on-the-floor kick, horn stabs, funky bass, orchestral strings, male vocalist, powerful baritone, campy theatrical delivery, confident swagger
Disco Dolly
disco, hi-NRG, euphoric dance, 120 BPM, four-on-the-floor kick, horn stabs, funky bass, orchestral strings, male vocalist, powerful baritone, campy theatrical delivery, confident swagger
Lyrics
DISCO DOLLY
Written for the Queen who earns it
INTRO — Spoken, slow build, finger snap
Monday through Thursday, I am untouchable.
Friday? Darling — I become inevitable.
VERSE 1 — Strut tempo, punchy
I earn my coins, don't need a handout
But when it comes to Friday, I need to get out
Five days of fabric, fashion, making moves
Now watch me trade my desk for dancing shoes
I pick my threads, I don't go halves
My hot pants show my Kardashian calves
My shimmy top, my charms, my pretties
They flash the secrets of my titties
PRE-CHORUS — Building, key change approaching
If I had hair I'd let it down
When the weekend's here I don my crown
The retro shades up on my head
They throw no shade — that's me instead
CHORUS — Full blast, horn stabs, LOUD
Work, life, balance, GAY!
Disco Dolly, time to PLAY!
I'm a fashion bitch, I own the floor
You're hypnotised, you're wanting more
You're drawn to me, the shining queen
We rip the floor, we create the steam —
DISCO DOLLY — TURN AROUND!
VERSE 2 — Darker groove, scanning the room
Back at my desk by Monday morning
No one would guess what I was adorning
Briefcase by day, but come the night
I'm twenty-four carat, sequins bright
I've made my mark, it's MY playground
Every eye follows every sound
But move aside, now bored of you
I'm a fashion bitch, don't need a crew
PRE-CHORUS 2
If I had hair I'd let it down
When the weekend's here I don my crown
I've made my mark, it's MY playground
Disco Dolly... turn around
CHORUS
Work, life, balance, GAY!
Disco Dolly, time to PLAY!
I'm a fashion bitch, I own the floor
You're hypnotised, you're wanting more
You're drawn to me, the shining queen
We rip the floor, we create the steam —
DISCO DOLLY — TURN AROUND!
BRIDGE — Half-time drop, spoken/sung, commanding
The lights go up, she's left her mark
Mind my teeth — I'm bite, not bark
spoken
"You thought you could handle this?
Honey... you can't even spell it."
But move aside, now bored of you
I'm a fashion bitch, don't need a crew
FINAL CHORUS — Key change, half a step up, maximum drama
Work, life, balance, GAY!
Disco Dolly OWNS the stage!
I'm a fashion bitch, I OWN the floor
You're hypnotised, you're wanting MORE!
You're drawn to me, the shining queen
We rip the floor, we CREATE the steam —
DISCO DOLLY — TURN AROUND!
DISCO DOLLY — TURN AROUND!
OUTRO — Slow fade, groove winds down
I'll grab some Z's, my work is done
The Disco Dolly crown was won
I earned it, honey — every beat
Now watch me disappear...
...in sequins...
...into the night. 🪩