Hey Daddy, it's the dead of winter - I've heard you've caught the Disco Fever?
Gotta treat that real proper - sweat it out at the discotheque!
Daddy, you've been cooped up in the snow for too long. You're just dying to melt down that ice with some hot funky moves. Have we got the night for you!
There'll be plenty of other Disco Daddies* strutting their stuff, feeling love, staying alive, and perhaps sipping on some hot toddies. Oh, you're a Designated Driver Disco Daddy? That's OK, crack a ginger ale, you've earned it, Daddy.
Get that moustache combed, that mullet bobbed, and those pant legs a-flarin'.
Lookin' good, Daddy.