One, two, three      I synthesize and press a lighted key   Turn it on, compose a melody   Redo from start, I need more rhythm   One and four 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      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