Man of the 20th Century - Kevin Johnson

Riding along in a seven forty seven

Thinking the heavens are looking just fine

Whiskey and Coke and I’m lighting a smoke

And I’m hoping the captain is making good time

Breakfast in Rome

Dinner in London, watching a movie and thund’ring along

Paris of Hong Kong

It doesn’t take long

This way or that way, it’s all much the same

When you’re living at this pace

The world is a small place

Getting around is just the name of the game

So man in the moon I think it’s time to assume that your heavenly reign is over

Bird on the wing it’s no longer a thing to fly in the sky like you do

Fish in the sea you’ve got nothing on me

I can go anywhere I want to

I’m not the kind to stand in a line and just be the way I was meant to be

No please understand I gotta be what I can

I’m a man of the twentieth Century

Riding along on a wave of invention

Greater intention and doing just fine

Thumbing my nose at the forces of nature

Courses that take you to turbulent times

Fighting the traffic

Radio blaring

Stopping and swearing and passing the blame

Ah right way or wrong way I’ve come a long way

This day to that day

It’s never the same

When you’re living at this pace

The world is a small place

Going ahead is just the name of the game

So man in the moon I think it’s time to assume that your heavenly reign is over

Bird on the wing it’s no longer a thing to fly in the sky like you do

Fish in the sea you’ve got nothing on me

I can go anywhere I want to

I get no time to stand in a line and just be the way I was meant to be

No please understand I gotta go where I can

I’m a man of the twentieth Century

Man on the moon I think it’s time to assume it’s no longer the way it was meant

to be

Your heavenly reign doesn’t mean the same to a man of the twentieth century

Man on the moon I think it’s time to assume it’s no longer the way it used to be

Bird on thw wing you know you don’t mean a thing, to a man of the twentieth

century

Man on the moon I think it’s time to assume it’s no longer the way it was meant

to be

Fish in the sea, you’ve got nothing on me, I’m a man of the 20th Century