Wistful for disco

We get a little misty remembering Menudo

And all those old pros

The Bay City Rollers and Pinky Tuscadero



It must be our breeding

Call us like cattle, we come stampeding

To the new romantics

Everybody wants a love titanic

And Tiger Beat keeps us on cue





It's true

We were born to worship someone

It's true, I do





Yeah, yeah, You

You are my superstar

And they know who You are

You're never fading

Yeah, You

You are the only One by far

Because You are never changing





Jacksons, Osmonds

Got digested by the cult that caused them

Abba, Poison

Oh how the mighty, the mighty have fallen





Though You fell out of fashion

And You never made the cover

Of a rag like Hit Parader

I could never love another

When I tasted the bread

And when I tasted of the wine

I went blind to everything but how

You shine





You are my Superstar

You are my Superstar

You are my Superstar

You are my Superstar