You know up above my head I hear music in the air that makes me know there's a part of somewhereBurn, little baby, burnBurn, little baby, burnTo my surprise, one hundred stories highPeople are getting loose, y'allThey're getting down on the roadFolks are screaming out of controlIt was so entertainingWhen that boogie-woogie startedThere was a lot of funBurn, little baby, burnDisco inferno, burn that mother downBurn, little baby, burnDisco inferno, burn that mother downSatisfaction came in a chain reactionI couldn't get enough of itSo I had to step back to itThe heat was onIt was rising to the topEverybody going stalledThat's when my spot got hotI heard somebody sayBurn, little baby, burnDisco inferno, burn that mother downBurn, little baby, burnDisco inferno, burn that mother downBurn it all downBa, ba, ba, ba, baBa, ba, ba, ba, baBa, ba, ba, ba, baBa, ba, ba, ba, baOh, satisfaction came in a chain reactionI couldn't get enough of itSo I had to step back to itThe heat was onIt's rising to the topEverybody going strongThat is when my spot got hotI heard some putters sayBurn, baby, burnThis going to burn, ohBurn that mother downBurn, baby, burnThis going to burn, ohBurn that mother downBurn it all downBa, ba, ba, ba, baBa, ba, ba, ba, baThis going to burnBurn it, burn itI'm gonna hold my baby as tight as I canTonight I'm gonna beI'm gonna burnBa, ba, ba, ba, baThis going to burnOh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, my baby, let the good times roll with meOh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, ohOn a cold and gray Chicago mornA poor little baby child is born in the ghettoAs if there's one thing that she don't needIt's another hungry mouth to feed in the ghettoPeople don't understandThe child need a helping hand in the ghettoAnd a hungry little boy with a running nosePlays in the street as the cold wind blowsHe's in the ghettoSo he starts to roam the streetsAnd he learns how to steal and he learns how to fightIn the ghetto, ghetto, ghettoBut then he buys a gun and he steals a carAnd he tries to run but he won't get farIn the ghettoAs the crowd gathers around himAn angry young man faces down the streetWith a gun in his hand in the ghettoAnd this is my girlOh, oh, oh, oh, ohBabyBurn that disco downYou're gonna burnYou're gonna burnYou're gonna burn, babyBurn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burnBurn, baby, burnDisco infernoBurn that mother downBurn, baby, burnDisco infernoBurn that mother downBurn, baby, burnDisco infernoBurn that mother downBurn, baby, burnDisco infernoBurn that mother downBurn it downLet the good times rollLet the good times rollAnd we're as loose as a gooseAnd we're as loose as a goose