Lyrics: Wombats. Guide to Love Loss & Desperation. Backfire At The Disco.

It's 8 o'clock and I'm feeling fine
I'm out on a date tonight
In a candle lit restaurant down by the riverside

Everything's going alright, I guess
She took down my number and home address
Everything was going perfectly until

It backfired at the disco
She slapped me at the disco
I did something I'll never forget

It was a chat-up line built not to impress
More a sleazy remark on her whorish dress
My wires crossed like they've never done before

Well, it's 3 o'clock and I'm feeling shite
I'm going home alone tonight
Everything was going perfectly until

It backfired at the disco
She slapped me at the disco
I did something I'll never forget

It backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
I made a move when it was well out of context
1, 2, 3, 4

Well, it backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
Yeah, it backfired at the disco
When you slapped me at the disco

Yeah, it backfired at the disco
We were dancing at the disco
Yeah, it backfired at the disco
When you slapped me at the disco