Lyrics: Soy Muy Caliente! Disco

“Soy muy Caliente” every weekend
chicks they dig me love my freakin’
A 9-5 apprentice plumber
but at night I’m the coolest cut-a-rugger

When I go, Soy Muy Caliente Disco
Here we go, from Queens to San Francisco
Here we go, my food, my air, my disco
Here we go, hanging with Denny Terrio

Touch my hair again, I’ll cut you,
I only hustle with my red shoes
Sleep with a shower cap on my sweet head
I’m gonna boogie till I be dead, be dead, be dead dead

Till I go, Soy Muy Caliente Disco etc.

Some dudes’ thinking dancing just is not their style
I deal with this most every day
Don’t fear the reaper, when Frampton comes alive
They all want me to show them the way.

I got a Pinto with a ski rack
I’m digging Abba on my 8-Track
It’s all illegal search and seizure
Get your fingers off my suit of leisure

Gotta go, Soy Muy Caliente Disco
Here we go, from Queens to San Francisco
Here we go, my food, my air, my disco
Here we go, hanging with Denny Terrio

Here we go, from San Luis Obispo
Here we go, this raging flame of disco
Who cooks his food with Crisco, and lights the air with disco
I like the ladies, chicks-o and that new song by Styx-ooooo
Here we go, my food, my air, my disco
Here we go, hanging with Denny Terrio