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