I know a lot of you had parents the right age to listen to disco. Who will own up? My parents were a bit too old and dad being born in '40 was pretty much a rock and roller. I got to thinking about this when the music shuffle brought up Sgt. Pepper and realized both my parents owned a vinyl copy and l played it quite a bit growing up. So did anyone get stuck liking disco?

yea you can go to hell you punk!!! I listened begrudgingly to Disco. Thanks for making me feel young!!

I listened to disco, which means I could be your daddy. :rasta:

My parents raised me on poco, aphrodite's child, and nice. :dunno: :rock:

I'm listening to Music form the big pink as I type this.

parents listened to nothing but country.

But I listen to disco along with pretty much everything else.

My parents raised me on poco, aphrodite's child, and nice. :dunno: :rock:

I'm listening to Music form the big pink as I type this.

Still going.
:wiggle:

A A/D A A/D A
(Intro)
A Bm E D
Ferdinand standing in the tower thinkin how to get the power

Empress knows that it would cost her
For Ferdinand The Imposter
Came to me to make a deal,
Dressed like General Butterfield.
A Bm D E
Couldnt wait to thank him for the stuffed birds and rubber door

A G D
Donated to him from the poor
D A
But its just his game
D A
And he carries no shame
A G D
Still, he done nobody wrong
D A
He knew he didn't belong
D A
But he went along
C#m
D E E7
Looking to see if there's somebody else he'd like to be

Benny the Barber, Luke and me,
Passed out tickets cautiously,
To see the burning of the soup,
Down at Lucy's chicken coop.
Then of course Ferdinand,
Started out doing Charlie Chan.
That last atlas honkey's fall,
He says he's gonna do them all.

A voice just said he's not for real,
But its just his game,
And he carries no shame.
Still he done nobody wrong,
He knew he didn't belong,
But he went along.
Lookin' to see if there's somebody,
Else he'd like to be.

C#m Bm
Oh its hard, oh, don't you know
C#m Bm
To be somebody that you dont even know
A D
But he's friendly, yes he's kind
B E E7
I can't help wonderin why they'd want to change his mind

Got a message in the mail,
Ferdinand was thrown in jail.
I left the snow with Abigail,
Went on down to fix his bail.
They had him locked in a gunny sack,
His hands were tied behind his back.
He claimed he was a Doukhobor (*)
But they never heard of that in Baltimore.
The police said he'd better go home,
And he went back alone,
Back to the snow.

Still he done nobody wrong,
He knew he didn't belong,
But he went along.
Lookin' to see if there's somebody,
Else he'd like to be,
Mainly free.