Steve: I don't know Woody.Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?Woody: Listen man, music is my life.Steve: Alright. Two, three, fourHey! What are you doing? What's goin' on?Woody: Sorry.Synthesizer rock ruled Jessica's feetAs a slave the that ubiquitous beatVisions of the big screen danced in her head'In a matter of time' she saidJessie never got her Hollywood roleAnd the pogo nights have taken there tollShe can do the monkey off o' the cuffBut her mind had a missing link . . . CHORUS Am I In Sync?Paint a picture on a subway trainCarve my name in a video gameAm I In Sync?Out looking for the camera crewsSell my soul for a second on the evening newsAm I In Sync?Live 'til the bubble popsHold my breath when the big one dropsAm I In Sync?Immortality is what I'm buyingBut I'd rather be immortal by not dying. Laboratory rats made Roger a finkAnd the laws of science drove him to drinkWorking for the taste of public acclaimAnd a cure that bore his nameNobel prizes would have been niceBut he lost his mind to renegade miceRoger traded dreams of 'Man of the Year'For an understanding shrink . . . (CHORUS) Steve: Alright. Let's try it again.Woody, what are you doin'?You told me you knew how to use this thing.Woody: Sorry.(CHORUS) 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.
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