We go down to the indie disco every Thursday night 
Dance to our favourite indie hits until the morning light 
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah 
We’ve got a table in the corner that is always ours 
Under the poster of Morrissey with a bunch of flowers 
We drink and talk about stupid stuff 
Then hit the floor for Tainted love 
You know I just can’t get enough 
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah 
Give us some Pixies and some Roses and some Valentines 
Give us some Blur, and some Cure, and some Wannadies 
And now we’re moving to the beat 
And staring at each other’s feet 
I wonder if she fancies me 
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah 
And when it’s over and I’m freezing on the night bus home 
I think of her and I sing the words to my favourite song 
She makes my heart beat the same way 
As at the start of Blue Monday 
Always the last song that they play 
At the indie disco, the indie disco, at the indie disco yeah yeah yeah... 
At the indie disco... the indie disco... at the indie disco yeah