Intro:

He's Bionic! (x4)

He's Bionic! He's Bionic! He's Bionic, Bionic, Bionic, Bionic!!!!

He's Bionic! Aaah Bionic! (x2)

Verse 1: Yella

There's no measure of the skills that are in his hands

People ask "Is he machine or man?"

Positions what he's called or just Dr Dre

People take a look cos 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 sucka DJ then you'll have a comic

Step to the front if you like embarassment

Chorus:

He's Bionic! Yes!

He's Bionic! So fresh!

*repeat*

Verse 2: Yella

Acquired the skill that you must learn

to become a DJ Doctor, not a grabbin turn

Always seen wit you 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 DJ's, Dr Dre's in control

He operates in LA cos it's the place to be

He's B-I-O-N-I-C

Chorus

Verse 3: Yella

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 circuits overloaded then your speakers are blown

Now ya hear a loud thunder that vibrates the ground

cos his hands are movin faster than the speed of sound

Everybody runs and they try to avoid

but it's too late cos the place is already destroyed

Chorus

Outro:

He's Bionic!

*repeat to fade*