Words and Music by Ronnie Martin

Like the sound of sliders, here we go
Up and down the scales
Everyone can see the spectacle
The army of wires

With the stroke of magic hands
I'll make your dreams come true
With my monosynth
With my monosynth

Notes go beep in perfect time and beat
The metronome, he's our friend
Oscillators join in unison
For the grand conclusion

With the stroke of magic hands
I'll make your dreams come true
With my monosynth
With my monosynth

I could be so happy
If the world would not ignore me
In my place there will be stories
Of a boy who died in sorrow
With his monosynth
Monosynth