Confetti flies through a smoked filled room
Colours flash through my sunglass view
No one in that room could deny
It was like a sight for sore eyes
Then they played like Plastic Bertrand
Then they played, yeah they played
Then they played like Plastic Bertrand
Then they played, then they played
Check, check if the master's around
Feelin' down from time to time
Think about them good old times
When I 'm feeling down from time to time
I think about that disco light
Come on, tame the colours you wake up that
rub off on you, and you too
Came here for Rendez-vous
Which you never showed up to
While standing here in cue
You said… (but) you but not you
but not you but not you
‘Cause I'm breaking barriers
I'm kicking in your door
‘Cause hey there what's it for
But nothing, nothing, nothing
Check, check if the master's around
Feelin' down from time to time
Think about them good old times
When I 'm feeling down from time to time
I think of that old disco light
Come on, tame the colours you wake up that
rub off on you, and you too
Do you remember Dj Lunatic
Pushed you around with his politics
Spins that scratched record out of time
Gives you secret confetti lines
Pushed you into the smoky crowd
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