Call it art, call it cult
Trudy was a friend of old
Call her eyes, such a fright,
She's sailing on a wave of light, oh trudy, trudy...
She just called to tell me
'we've got names on every door'
She's in the self-destruct mode
For one big night to end it all
Oh trudy, you're with the meanest boy in the hills
I know he's groovy, but he only loves you when he's on pills
And you can call it what you want to call it,
But you know it's disco biscuit love.
Trudy walks a different road
Truly she would try it all
Leave your head in the cloakroom
Leave your heart at the door
Oh, trudy, trudy...
You touched the untouchable
Because this earth is no fun at all
And now when cindy plays at the disco
I don't see you on the floor
Oh trudy, you're with the meanest boy in the hills
I know he's groovy, but he only loves you when he's on pills
And it's that heart of yours, it's not your body that makes you ill
You're so sick with his disco biscuit love
She's falling from grace at the disco
She's out of her place at the disco
Saw your face in the crowd
I called out, but the beat's too loud
I saw your face in the crowd, i know it's gonna be alright
Oh trudy, you're with the meanest boy in the hills
I know he's groovy, but he only loves you when he's on pills
And it's that heart of yours, it's not your body that makes you ill
You're so sick with his disco biscuit love
Now she's falling asleep at the disco
Who's falling asleep at the disco
Now she's falling asleep at the disco
Who's falling asleep?
