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