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
   Gonna make it stick to your mind
   I won't give up that magic rhyme
   Got to hear it just one more time
  
   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
   Gonna make it stick to your mind
   I won't give up that magic rhyme
   Got to hear it just one more time