Way in the middle of the night, yeah

Down in the ghetto, even [?] again, yeah

In the mornin', ow

Did you ever hear a story

About a funky kid Slick?

He was raised in the ghetto

But he couldn't dance a lick

When he finished school

He got a job from 9 to 5, yeah

Just walkin' the line

Tryin' to stay alive

On night on his way home

From a hard day at work

Heard a funky sound, ow

Made his funky feet jerk

Came from a field and

All those flashing lights

And the music set the cold chill

Right out of the night

(Star generation

Sleeping over the land)

Funky kid Slick, wanna be

(Wants to be a man)

Something better than a cotton-picking man

(All he ever really wanted, was a

Chance to get down)

And be a superstar (And be a superstar

With the disco, disco, disco crowd)

Yeah, let the man do his thing

Oh, he stood there and listened, yeah

And the beat began to pound

And his body was rocking

From the funky, funky funky sound

So he learned all the dances

From the kids on the block, hah!

To be the star of the disco

Look at him rock

Watch him rock

Rock-rock-rock-rock-rock, rock, ow!

Aaah, watch him rock

Watch him rock

Make it boogie!

Star generation

A real dancing machine

This funky kid Slick

Dances on a solo team

All he ever really wanted, was a

Chance to get down

And be a superstar

(And be a superstar

With the disco, disco, disco crowd)

With the disco, disco crowd!

New York City, yeah, L.A

Atlanta, Miami, Washington, yeah

Boston, good God, ow! Schucks!

Chicago

(Star!)

Houston, take that

(Star generation!)

Phoenix [?], yeah

Augusta, GA. JB's!

(Star, star generation)

Woo-woo-woo

Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-whoah!

Yaaa-how!

Star generation

Sleeping over the land

Funky kid Slick, wanna be a man

(Wants to be a man)

All he ever really wanted, was a

Chance to get down

And be a superstar

(And be a superstar

With the disco, disco, disco crowd)