- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Teraike Crawford
 - Phillip Pitts
 - Curtis James Jackson
 
- Genres:
 - Rock
 
- Tags:
 - guitar rock
 - party
 
Dread Zeppelin - Disco Inferno lyrics
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
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 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


















