Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica's feet As a slave the that ubiquitous beat Visions of the big screen danced in her head 'In a matter of time' she said Jessie never got her Hollywood role And the pogo nights have taken there toll She can do the monkey off o' the cuff But her mind had a missing link . . .
Am I In Sync? Paint a picture on a subway train Carve my name in a video game Am I In Sync? Out looking for the camera crews Sell my soul for a second on the evening news Am I In Sync? Live 'til the bubble pops Hold my breath when the big one drops Am I In Sync? Immortality is what I'm buying But I'd rather be immortal by not dying
Laboratory rats made Roger a fink And the laws of science drove him to drink Working for the taste of public acclaim And a cure that bore his name Nobel prizes would have been nice But he lost his mind to renegade mice Roger traded dreams of 'Man of the Year' For an understanding shrink . . .
Steve: Alright. Let's try it again. Woody, what are you doin'? You told me you knew how to use this thing. Woody: Sorry.
Steve: Alright. Get it right this time. Three, four. Yeah now that wasn't so hard was it? Woody, what's goin' on? Woody: Sorry. It's this machine. You can fix it in the mix. Listen, I kinda like it. Have you ever heard of, uh, poly-rhythms? I hear Bowie's gonna do this on his next album. Steve: What a relief.