The kids are disco-dancing
They're tired of rock and roll
I try to tell them, "Hey, that drum machine ain't got no soul"
But they don't want to listen, no
They think they've heard it all
They trade those guitars in for drum machines and disco balls
We can't rewind now; we've gone too far
Internet killed the video star
The kids are disco-dancing
They're tired of rock and roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
The kids are disco-dancing
They're tired of rock and roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
You know we never listen; we think we've seen it all
Like everything we're doing, no one's ever done before
Did you hear what they said?
That rock and roll is dead?
Yeah, it's like a zombie: it will dig itself back up again
Tune in the signal but it's fading
Some ghost strumming his guitar on the radio
Singing, "Oh, the glory days are gone
But everything's okay, 'cause we still love our sex and drugs
Just like the good ol' days"
The kids are disco-dancing
They're tired of rock and roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
The kids are disco-dancing
They're tired of rock and roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
Well, I'm a horrible dancer; I ain't gonna lie
But I'll be damned if that means that I ain't gonna try
Yeah, I'm a shitty romancer, baby; I ain't gonna lie
But I'll be damned if that means that I ain't gonna try
Get up, get up, get up, and dance
Get up, get up, get up, and dance
The kids are disco-dancing
They're tired of rock and roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
The kids are disco-dancing
They're tired of rock and roll
Don't bother telling them that drum machine ain't got no soul
The kids are disco dancing
They're tired of rock and roll
They're tired of rock and roll
They're tired of rock and roll
We can't rewind now; we've gone too far, oh
The Internet killed the video star
The Internet killed the video star
The Internet killed the video star
