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When I was young, a buddy and I went into a bar we had driven by a bunch of times but never gone into. When we walked in, the redneck-looking guys inside all just stared at us - like very unwelcoming. I went over to the jukebox and put in a few quarters, selected something like “Sweet home Alabama,” but then queued up all the very poppy songs that I was surprised to see on the list. Like “Dancing queen” and “Afternoon delight.” Then we left.
And once the door closed, the bartender poured a free round and they all danced the evening away to ABBA. You spread a bit of warmth and love in this world, and you used disco to do it.
When I was young, a buddy and I went into a bar we had driven by a bunch of times but never gone into. When we walked in, the redneck-looking guys inside all just stared at us - like very unwelcoming. I went over to the jukebox and put in a few quarters, selected something like “Sweet home Alabama,” but then queued up all the very poppy songs that I was surprised to see on the list. Like “Dancing queen” and “Afternoon delight.” Then we left.
And once the door closed, the bartender poured a free round and they all danced the evening away to ABBA. You spread a bit of warmth and love in this world, and you used disco to do it.
Goddamn you to hell.
On that night they were all dancing queens
WE.