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
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 its 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
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 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 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 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 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?