Lyrics:

Downtown's been caught by the hysteria
The people scream and shout
A generation's on the move

When disco spreads like a bacteria
The lonely days are out
Behold the passion of the groove
The golden years, the silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down, you spin me around
I stand on the borderline
Crying at the discotheque

Crying at the discotheque

I saw you crying
I saw you crying at the discotheque
I saw you crying
I saw you crying at the discotheque
Tonight's the night at the danceteria
The joining of the tribe
The speakers pumping clear and loud

And the way you move is our criteria
Let the DJ takes you high
And tears of joy baptize the crowd
The golden years, the silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down, you spin me around
I stand on the borderline
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque
I saw you crying
I saw you crying at the discotheque
I saw you crying
I saw you crying at the discotheque

The golden years, the silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down, you spin me around
I stand on the borderline
Crying at the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque

Crying at the discotheque
The discotheque, the discotheque
Crying at the discotheque

Crying at the discotheque