Oh Lord, won�t you make me the �Bionic Man.�
For those bikini clad women, all over the land.
Sandy beaches aren�t accessible I sink in sand.
Oh Lord won�t you make me the �Bionic Man.�
Oh Lord, won�t you heal me I need my arms and legs,
To catch the woman of my dreams. Please don�t make beg.
I�ll take her home, treat her well, and cook her ham and eggs.
Oh Lord, won�t you heal me I need my arms and legs.
Oh Lord, please make it easier for me to get around.
Let me, get up out this wheelchair, so I can paint the town.
I�ll say my prayers everyday, I�ll never let you down.
Oh Lord, please make it easier for me to get around.
Everybody
Oh Lord, won�t you make me the �Bionic Man.�
For those bikini clad women, all over the land.
Sandy beaches aren�t accessible I sink in sand.
Oh Lord won�t you make me the �Bionic Man.�