I've got a really dodgy fashion sense
My choices never match
I always wear odd socks and old T-shirts
The colours always clash

The people always like to laugh at me
And my ill-fitting suits
But there is one thing they don't criticise:
My technological boots!

My technological, technological, technological, technological,
Technological, technological, technological boots

They're blue and red and sometimes green
The colours always change
And I can go magnetic, climb up walls
And fly like Doctor Strange

And if I switch the rocket function on
Into the sky I'll shoot
I can say hello to all the birds
With my technological boots!

My technological, technological, technological, technological,
Technological, technological, technological boots

I'll say my family don't notice me
Not one tiny bit
And my friends don't like my stupid clothes
Because they never fit

But I just don't care about their jibes
My footwear makes them moot
Because in my spare time I'm zooming 'round
In my technological boots!

My technological, technological, technological, technological,
Technological, technological, technological boots

My technological, technological, technological, technological,
Technological, technological, technological boots