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...)