| Pushing all the buttons |
| Trying to come to something |
| Flying with his feet on the ground |
| Full of dreams and visions |
| In a world of indecision |
| He aint around to be pushed around |
| Been a long time coming on — take a look at him now |
| And the days of if are gone — cause hes showing us how |
| Knowledge fuels the mind of the few |
| In a way that no — ones found |
| Brave new answers screaming the truth |
| And the techno wins the crown |
| Micro-kid with mega-thoughts |
| He is real, he is here, he is fashionable |
| Micro-kid speaks digitalk |
| If you hear what he says its acceptable |
| Generating square waves |
| While computing new games |
| Finally gets the chips off his back |
| A smile is on his face |
| Erasing every trace |
| Of doubt that plagues the rest of the pack |
| And his brain stores memories — no alternatives could come in Hes the living remedy — times are better than they were then |
| Knowledge fuels the mind of the few |
| In a way that no-ones found |
| Brave new answers screaming the truth |
| And the techno wins the crown |
| Chorus (rpt.) |