Lyrics

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 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 You know it's disco biscuit love Well Trudy walks a different road Truly she would try it all Leave your head in the cloakroom and Leave your heart at the door Oh Trudy, Trudy You touch the untouchable Because this earth is no fun at all And now when Cyndi 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 likes 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 this disco biscuit love She's falling from grace at the disco She's out of her place at the disco I 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 going to be alright Oh Trudy you're with the meanest boy in the hills I know he's groovy but he only likes 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 this disco biscuit love And 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?