Data, these reams of data
Feed 'em to the servers, it's automatic
Static, dreaming of static
In and out of fashion and back to the attic
And when I awoke I was sure it was true
But it's not to me to prove: invisible groove
I can't explain how it moves
So, I told you a lie
That I got it, I told you I got it
And as I went stumbling by
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
Matter, it doesn't matter
Fork in a socket, a plugged bottle rocket
Platter, served on a platter
Face in a locket, tried it and knocked it
And when I get home I wanna see you
And leave all else behind
I think it's a sign; could just be a rhyme
So, I told you a lie
That I got it, I told you I got it
And as I went stumbling by
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it
A little little little little taste of the stuff
I got it, I told you I got it