He was a dancer from the streets and alleys of Brooklyn
He went out late one night and got in a car accident
He rolled his car two times, fell out and severed both his legs
When paramedics got there they thought he'd surely be dead
But then they thought of their big government experiment
Of how they'd mix metal and flesh just to rebuild a man
They picked his pieces up and loaded up the medic van
they raced away - to try to save - and he became

Sub Pop Bionic, He was Bionic, Human Robotic, Sub pop Bionic

It took twelve hours for the doctors to do work on him
When they were done six million dollars they had only spent
Made of titanium, hydraulic fluid through his veins
Computer chips controlled his mind and mostly all his brain
As he recovered he noticed what they had done to him
He had become another freak now of our government
he used his strength to break out to the place from where he came
When he got there he hid his legs because he was ashamed
But then remembered how fulfilling that his life had been
He changed his ways - and from that day - then he became

Sub Pop Bionic, He was Bionic, Human Robotic, Sub Pop Bionic

He had decided to go do the thing he mostly loved
He dressed himself real sharp and headed to the dancing club
The place was bumping all the beats that made the crowd all groove
He jumped right in and started busting out all of his moves
The lights were blasting and they gleamed off his metallic limbs
The people stared, they pointed fingers and they laughed at him
He felt embarrassed and he pushed the crowd out of his way
He headed towards the exit and started to run away
But then a beat kicked in that triggered something in his head
The funky groove had charged a power surge into his legs
He started Breaking like no one had ever seen before
The people gathered round him, smiled and then just cheered for more
He made a legend of himself that dark mysterious night
Bionic Slam - became his dance - you heard the chant

Sub Pop Bionic, He was Bionic, Human Robotic, Sub Pop Bionic

Bionic Slam

Dj's turn up the beat, Dancers get on your feet
Breakers spin on the ground, Rappers use your own sound
Boxers swing but you'll miss, Ladies Blow Chile a kiss

Clear the floor and gather round, gyrate to this creepy sound
Move your booty and your hips, turn your neck and start to whip
Lock your shoulders up real tight, show me your robotic might
Circle round the freak that grooves, strip right down and show your moves
If your freaky start to shout, twist around and turn them out