Lyrics Man of the 20th Century - Kevin Johnson

Man of the 20th Century

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