Call it art, call it cult.
Trudy was a friend of all
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 wanna 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
Cos this love is no fun at all
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
Your 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 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
Your so sick with this 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?
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