Call it art. Call it cult
Trudy was a friend of old
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 want to 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
Because this earth is no fun at all
And now when Cyndi 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 likes you when he’s on pills
And it’s that heart of yours
It’s not your body that makes you ill
You’re 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 going to be alright

Oh Trudy you’re with the meanest boy in the hills
I know he’s groovy but he only likes you when he’s on pills
And it’s that heart of yours
It’s not your body that makes you ill
You’re so sick with this disco biscuit love

And 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?