Disco Digger

A disco balls drops into view
The bass starts thumping
His hips start humping
If you were there you would too

Disco boots polished to a sheen
Hands and face sparkling clean
Tools at the ready
Music getting heady

When the ground starts moving
It's time to get grooving
With a shovel and a pick
It's time for some disco digging

Rocking out with the pick
Swinging close to his face
He engages the shovel
And goes for hyperspace

Glitter ball reflections on the walls
Dirt flying in all directions
Beat picking it up where it falls
Disco ball showing off a million reflections

None can dispute his disco skills
Nor the holes deep in their throes
This disco digging really pays the bills
Keeping him in fresh hoes

Before it seems possible
Last Dance is playing again
Time to put up the tools
With fatigue that can't be feigned

Disco digger pushes the button that kills all the lights
Switches off the amps
Hits the showers with a swagger
Humming Queen's We Are The Champs

Disco digger got style
Even though after awhile
You'll tire of his disco boots
And nerdy sounding woots

He can't be denied

First for the moves he makes
And the looks that he takes
Second for the deep disco holes he digs
So perfect as to flip wigs

Now silent
The dug up dance floor waits
For next friday night
And it's accompanying disco light