Slowly, it nears...
The weekend is almost upon us, and I am counting down the hours - particularly as I went to the swanky launch of a new exhibition about the legendary mega-nightclub and den of debauchery
Trade last night (more about
that in due course, no doubt) and I am now suffering the consequences of rather too much complimentary wine.
Pre-dating "mega-nightclub all-nighters" by a few decades, but definitely in the spirit of
Mr Laurence Malice and his crazy clientèle, here's a celebratory choon to start the party - Thank Disco It's Friday!
[I'm wearing my bat-wing jump-suit as we speak.]
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
When I hear those percussions
It gets me into the beat
I feel my body grooving
Just the music and me
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
My emotions just run free
When the sounds synthesize me
The pop of the bass starts
From the bottom of my heart
Kick drums loud and clear
Pumping rhythms in my ear
(Just a music) love affair
Slide your fingers down the strings
Guitar makes me do my thing
(Just a music) love affair
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
I don't wanna be a freak
But I can't help myself
Freaking makes my body move
Freaking makes my body move
Freaking makes my body move
Freaking makes my body move
Freaking makes my body move
Just a lover (A dancing music lover
And I'm getting on)
Have a good one, folks!
