Lyrics:

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