Disco Tony

[BBABM]

Disco Tony
By Bad Boys at Bat Mitzvahs

Heading southbound on 95
Out on the road again
Heard the same thing on the radio
The last time that I've been

Disco Tony
Smoking them cigarettes
Talking through his whisky
Swimming in his regrets

I could have worked the 9 to 5
Studied just like I should
But compared to fat old Tony
My life looks pretty good

Cause it could have been me
Smoking them cigarettes
Talking through my whisky
Drowning in my past regrets

Now I'm heading southbound on 95
Out on the road again
Laughing to disco Tony
Smoking at 3am

[Paco Del Stinko]

Disco Tony - Paco del Stinko

Thirty-four years since '77 - If you're looking for tears, well, nobody sent them
So much has come, so much has changed - While most of it's done, one thing has stayed
I got a neighbor who's short, fat and bald - A would-be player who lives down the hall
Through his closed door I hear hi-hat beats - And when I'm trying to snore I hear shuffling feet

(Whoa-oh-oh) Disco Tony! (Whoa-oh-oh) Disco Tony!

The colored floors are decades long gone - Once shuttered doors are now selling Won-Ton
Cars thumping bass and spitting talked rhyme - My grunting face not aquitting their crimes
But through it all alone in his room - Spinning lights and mirror ball dispel the gloom
A three piece suit, a jack-knife pose - He might be bruised, but that's the life that he chose

(Whoa-oh-oh) Disco Tony! (Whoa-oh-oh) Disco Tony!

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) He sure can spin
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Do a pelvic thrust
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Hands on hips, he juts out his chin
He does a kick, he does a split
He keeps on dancing after everyone quit

(Whoa-oh-oh) Disco Tony! (Whoa-oh-oh) Disco Tony!

Dance dance, dance Tony, dance!
Look at me I'm dancin' - Aaaaaa!

[ujnhunter]

Chthonic Youth - Disco Tony [Ujn Hunter & R. Mosquito]

Tony turns around
looks you up and down
licks his fuckin' mouth like a pig now

Forehead glistenin'
flash the money grin
Tony doesn't know how its gonna go down

Disco Tony's a pop star
Disco Tony's a coke whore

Tony's on the creep
Tony says we're sheep
Tony doesn't like how the girls think

Tony's dreamin of
Tony scorin drugs
Tony's getting wasted in the shadows of the club

Disco Tony's a pop star
Disco Tony's a fucked up shell of misspent fame
who snuffed his own flame out

Bottle service and braggadocio
Appearance must hold
so tony pawns more gold
to fund his ostentatious soul

Lying awake / the jacket straightens the same
the same sound he makes as he makes for the grave

Dreaming of the fifteen minutes he lost
What happened to those fifteen minutes?

And Tony doesn't know who's life he's in
No, Tony doesn't know who's life he's in

[SchlimminyCricket]

Disco Tony
by Schlimminy Cricket

The years have not been kind to our poor Anthony
The once proud dancing king is now consumed by misery
And maybe we were wrong, those awful things we said
We told him he was comical and we said his art was dead
Now come forth, Disco Tony
Bear us no acrimony
Though you may feel alone-y
Disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco

And all the people cry "We need a hero now"
Our homes and souls we must defend, but who will show us how?
What polyester knight will save our liberty?
For in our darkest hour only the beat can set us free
So come forth, Disco Tony
Ride on your truth Zamboni
Don't leave us all alone-y
Here in this darkness stony
Your beaten act is phony
Your weakness all baloney
If you can fight then show me
Disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco
Disco, disco, disco, disco, disco, disco

[Andy Balham]

Disco Tony
Words by J$, Music by Balham

Disco Tony, think you won the
Dance-Off down at Abu Ghraib
Bump and grinding every landmine
Strutting round the unmarked graves
Now they’re bleating that you cheated,
Weighed in lighter than you claimed
Tony, Disco duck and cover
Crocodiles do not feel shame

One and only Disco Tony
Know what makes a real dictator?
Truly phony, Lapdog crony
Who’s real Fundamentalist?

Rueful poses, smell of roses
Overwhelmed by stench of death
Snake eyes lying, Keep on smiling
til they’ve no resistance left.
Ball keeps spinning, spraying, spitting
Victims’ blood on stony ground
Disco Tony, is this winning?
Keep on dancing, puppet clown

One and only Disco Tony
Know what makes a real dictator?
Truly phony, Lapdog crony
Who’s real Fundamentalist?