Party like it’s 1999

Lyrics

(Intro — spoken) DJ, hit the lasers! Somebody inflate the flamingo! This one’s for the dancefloor survivors! (Verse 1) We rolled in late in platform shoes, Blue WKD and disco grooves, The karaoke machine’s on fire tonight, And Dj Otzi belting out Hey Baby is right The playlist starts — the room explodes, Hands in the air when the bassline rolls, From the first “Boom Boom Boom Boom!!” You know we’re gonna lose control! (Pre-Chorus) It’s glitter in the air, Cheap perfume everywhere, Booze and glow sticks trended Living like the year 2000 never ended! (Chorus) We party like the Vengaboys are on the bus, Like Aqua turned the whole club pink for us, Singing “Reach!” with S Club 7 all night long, Doing the Steps dance moves totally wrong! Oh-oh-oh! We’re shouting every word we know, With three lions football chant glow, And when Black Lace hits “Agadoo,” Even your nan is doing it too! (Post-Chorus) Da-da-da-da-da! Hands up! Spin around! This is peak suburban disco sound! (Verse 2) Now the DJ drops B*Witched after midnight, Cowboy hats and denim looking so right, Then Whigfield tells us Saturday night again, And nobody here remembers when we came in. There’s a conga line by the bar, Someone’s playing air guitar, A bloke in a wig screams “Mambo No. 5!” Like his mortgage depends on the vibe. (Pre-Chorus) The disco ball still turns, The sambuca still burns, And every cheesy anthem gets defended! (Chorus) We party like the Vengaboys are on the bus, Like Aqua turned the whole club pink for us, Singing “Reach!” with S Club 7 all night long, Doing the Steps dance moves totally wrong! Oh-oh-oh! We’re shouting every word we know, With three lions football chant glow, And when Black Lace hits “Agadoo,” Even your nan is doing it too! (Bridge) From Lou Bega to Macarena From cheese on toast to Jaeger bombs, We don’t need cool, we don’t need trends, Just sticky floors and all our friends! Hey! Hey! Hey! One more key change anyway! (Final Chorus — bigger) We party like it’s Friday in 1999, With glow sticks, bucket hats, and supermarket wine, The whole room bouncing side to side, On a never-ending nostalgia ride! Oh-oh-oh! Everybody sing it loud! Euro-pop forever, proud and unashamed now! And when the lights come on at two, We’ll still be yelling “CHA CHA SLIDE” at you! (Outro — spoken) Taxi for Eiffel 65 Somebody find the inflatable saxophone… Same time next weekend? Yeah