From the recording Roll Another Dime
Rob Eaton Jr. - Electric Guitar, Vocals
Tommy Cigno Sr. - Master of Ceremonies
Tommy Cigno Jr. - Assistant Master of Ceremonies
John Ginty - Organ
Alex Johnson - Drums
Todd Smallie - Bass
MJW - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Lyrics
I’m no Rust Belt Man
Just talk to my friends
Yes sir, it’s three bags full to my home from here
And I got no plan,
‘Cause I been drinking, man—
Stalled out in the amber waves
While the Tin Man cheers
Just might be that Disco Boy
On your street parade
Just might be that friendly noise
Of the fools you hate
Go and rest your words
Bring the keys to the city nerds
They’re twisting the puppet strings, man
This ain’t sorcery
And we’ll paint the bricks
Something bright and slick
You gotta freak ‘em out
To freak ‘em in
To forgery
Just might be that Disco Boy
On your street parade
Just might be that friendly noise
Of the fools you hate
Side-steppers creepin’ deep into the night
Of the elite lasers pointing out the world’s blindness
And a demagogue polished in a wheat nest
Foolin’ no one but the fools he fools best
Rulin’ by the stop sign red as a seasick sailor
Hiding all that glitters in the ozone layer
Just might be that Disco Boy
On your street parade
Just might be that friendly noise
Of the fools you hate