Man of the 20th Century

Ridin' along in a 747, Thinking the heavens are lookin' just fine Whisky and Coke and I'm lightin' 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 or Hong Kong, It doesn't take long This way or that way it's all much the same When your living at this pace, The world is a small place Gettin' 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 a wing it's no longer a thing, To fly in the sky like you do Fish in the sea you've got nothin' on me, I can go anywhere I want to I'm not the kind to stand in 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 Ridin' along on a wave of invention, Greater intention and doin' just fine Thumbing my nose at the forces of nature, Courses that take ya 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 a wing it's no longer a thing, To fly in the sky like you do Fish in the sea you've got nothin' on me, I can go anywhere I want to I got no time to stand in 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 in 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 in the moon I think it's time to assume, It's no longer the way it was meant to be Bird on the wing you know you dont mean A thing to a man of the twentieth century Man in the moon I think it's time to assume, It's no longer the way it was meant to be