He's Bionic! He's Bionic! He's Bionic! He's
Bionic, Bionic, Bionic, bionic!
He's Bionic! Aaah Bionic!

There's no measure of the skills
That are in his hands
People ask "Is he machine or man?"
Physician is what he's called or just Dr dre
People take a look 'cause he's your future DJ
When he cuts the beat you all will know
Because his records start to smoke
And then his turntables glow
If you're a sucker DJ and you have a comment
Step to the front if you like embarrassment

He's Bionic! Yes! He's Bionic! So fresh!
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Acquired the skill that you must learn
To become a DJ Doctor, not a grad intern
Always seen with two nurses by his side
And you can bet that the
Doctor keeps them satisfied
His supersonic speed is his ace in the hole
Over all the top DJs, Dr dre's in control
He operates in LA 'cause it's the place to be
He's B-IO-N-IC

He's Bionic! Yes! He's Bionic! So fresh!
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Now as the wheels start burnin'
And the mixer explodes
The wax from his discs will
Make you suckas corrode
Radiation level rises to degrees unknown
The circuit's overload and then
Your speakers are blown
Now ya hear a loud thunder
That vibrates the ground
'Cause his hands are movin' faster
Than the speed of sound
Everybody runs and they try to avoid
But it's too late 'cause the
Place is already destroyed

He's Bionic! Yes! He's Bionic! So fresh!
Repeat

He's Bionic! Repeat to fade

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): Caroline Engdahl, David Holmen, Johan Lundgren, Per Helin