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