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Disco 2000 Lyrics Meanings
by Pulp

Rock
1995
160

Disco 2000 Lyrics

Oh we were born within one hour of each other
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother
Your name is Deborah (Deborah)
It never suited ya
And they said that when we grew up
We'd get married, and never split up
Oh, we never did it, although I often thought of it

Oh Deborah, do you recall?
Your house was very small
With wood chip on the wall
When I came 'round to call
You didn't notice me at all

And I said, "let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?
Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road"
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago

You were the first girl at school to get breasts
And Martyn said that you were the best
Oh, the boys all loved you, but I was a mess
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed
We were friends, that was as far as it went
I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant
Oh, it meant nothing to you
'Cause you were so popular

Deborah, do you recall?
Your house was very small
With woodchip on the wall
When I came around to call
You didn't notice me at all And I said, "let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?
Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road"
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago

Do it
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Ah Deborah, do you recall?
Oh, your house was very small
With wood chip on the wall
When I came around to call
You didn't notice me at all

And I said, "let's all meet up in the year 2000
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown?
Be there two o'clock by the fountain down the road"
I never knew that you'd get married
I would be living down here on my own
On that damp and lonely Thursday years ago

Oh, what are you doing Sunday, baby?
Would you like to come and meet me maybe?
You can even bring your baby
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
What are you doing Sunday, baby?
Would you like to come and meet me maybe?
You can even bring your baby
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Writer(s): Candida Doyle, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Mark Andrew Webber, Nick Banks, Russell Senior, Stephen Patrick Mackey
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
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