Can you feel the beat of a drum machine?
We're dancin' to the light of a laser beam
I call my baby on my cellular phone
And I can leave her a message if there's no one home
I got a robot; he's my slave
He cooked my dinner in the microwave
I listen to my Walkman; it's a CD
I got a five-foot-three on my color TV
Well it's a high tech world
So won't cha be my high tech girl
Forget about your troubles, who cares about the past?
The future is a coming and it's a coming real fast