The rowdy, sweaty, tired group pops foam-spraying beer cans and carouses with drinking songs until quieted by the soft piano-playing of John - the proprietor of the bar...)Disco inferno (Burn, baby, burn)Burn the mother downTo my surprise - listen - one hundred stories highPeople gettin"" loose y""all, gettin"" down on the roof, do ya hear?The funk was flamin"", out of controlIt was so entertainin"", when the boogie started to explodeI heard somebody say (Burn, baby, burn)Disco inferno (Burn, baby, burn)Burn the mother downSatisfaction (Ooh-ooh-ooh)Came in the chain reaction (Burning)I couldn""t get enough, ""till I had to self-destruct (Ooh-ooh-ooh)The heat was on, rising to the top, mmhEverybody""s goin"" strong (Ooh-ooh-ooh)And that is when my spark got hot.Serves him right, the little two-timer." Strictly a law-and-order believer, Adam disparages her encouraging attitude about such assaults: "I don""t approve of people rushing around carrying loaded revolvers." Not interested in identifying the woman, she explains: "I""m not acquainted with my father""s girlfriends.