Mr. Technique

Come on, use the spirit of this time
The spirit we all use to get rid of each other
Come on, just be the one who can teach you
To be the one and only number one
The number that makes you the Mister Technique

Glad to be, twenty-three
But I wish I could use it
To fight my confusion
Potato-head potatoes
In 1994, 1994
Potato-time snobbishness
The genius is getting bored

Mister Technique

Bored to see, the energy
of the Misters Technique
Brother, you are wrong
Unicity is my mother
The only mother to live for
No technique in ’94
As I said, the genius is getting bored

Mister Technique, Mister Technique
Mister Technique, Mister Technique

Well, balloons are round and jumping
Hot potatoes are crunching
Square snobs get stuck
But balloons are round and jumping
Unicity did go to war
No technique in ’94
Heavy metal great reward
But the real genius is getting bored

Mister Technique, Mister Technique
Mister Technique, Mister Technique

© 1994 Song and lyrics by Paul Schenk and Hans Schipperijn
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