"Disco Inferno" as written by Teraike Crawford, Phillip Pitts and Curtis James Jackson....
In up above my head, I hear music in the air
That makes me know there's a party somewhere

Burn, baby, burn
Burn, baby, burn

To my surprise, one hundred storeys high
People getting loose, y'all, they're getting down on the roof
Folks are screaming out of control, it was so entertaining
When that boogie-woogie started to explode
I heard somebody say

(Burn, baby, burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down
(Burn, baby, burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down

Satisfaction came in a chain reaction
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self-destruct
The heat was on and it was rising to the top
Everybody's going strong that is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say

(Burn, baby, burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down
(Burn, baby, burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down
Burn it on down

Satisfaction came in a chain reaction
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self-destruct
The heat was on, it was rising to the top
Everybody's going strong, that is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say

(Burn, baby, burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down
(Burn, baby, burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down
Burn it on down

Burn, baby, baby, won't you burn, burn
Burn, burn
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
And burn, baby let the good times roll with me

On a cold and gray Chicago morn
A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And if there's one thing that you don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto

People, don't you understand
That the child don't need a helping hand in the ghetto
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows in the ghetto

So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto
And then he buys a gun and he steals a car
And he drives away but he don't get far in the ghetto

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
And his momma cries

Oh, baby, baby, burn that disco down
You're gonna burn, you're gonna burn
You're gonna burn, burn, burn burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

(Burn, baby, burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down
(Burn, baby, burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down

(Burn baby burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down
(Burn baby burn)
Disco Inferno, burn that mother down
Burn it down

Let the good times roll
Get us loose as a goose
Up above my head, I hear music in the air



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"Disco Inferno" as written by Phillip Pitts Teraike Crawford

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