I synthesise and press a lighted key
Turn it on, compose a melody
Redo from start, I need more rhythm
1 and 4 was for the Commodore
A catchy beat, I put it on repeat
I program more, but still it's incomplete
Start and stop, where's the perfect pitch?
I won't give up until I tap my feet.
I'm gonna make a perfect line
U-uh u-uh uh, U-uh u-uh uh
Gonna make it stick to your mind
U-uh u-uh uh, U-uh u-uh uh


Computer music is just like oxygen
Try and fail, again, again, again
I need the recipe for the perfect melody
I add more tracks, run out of DSP
Timbre and tone, I want it synthetic
Knobs and sliders, no button pushing matrix
Dadaistic, nothing too profound
Electric music resounding all around
I'm gonna make a perfect line
U-uh u-uh uh, U-uh u-uh uh
Gonna make it stick to your mind
U-uh u-uh uh, U-uh u-uh uh
I won't give up that magic rhyme
U-uh u-uh uh, U-uh u-uh uh
Got to hear it just one more time
U-uh u-uh uh, U-uh u-uh uh

Musique
I'm gonna make a perfect line
Perfect line, perfect line
Gonna make it stick to your mind
Gonna make, gonna make
Gonna make, gonna make
I won't give up that magic rhyme
U-uh u-uh uh, U-uh u-uh uh
Got to hear it just one more time
Got to hear, Got to hear
One more time
One more time

Got to hear
Got to hear
Give me one more time