Marching and moaning and crying and dying in no time Like home-lost pigeons and full of suspicions in their mind Let us go to the merry-go-round Come on now let them go It’s the twenty-first century show Nothing there they really need
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Twenty-first century show
Neuro-surgeons are dreaming of more and more They’re begging and begging 'oh please' at your door Let us go to the merry-go-round Observations of a fool It’s the twentieth centuries’ fool But he stays really cool
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Twenty-first century show
Our technical friend can be a deadly friend in the end Will wisdom survive this technical friend your friend Let us go to the merry-go-round Come on to the sun I’m glad there is one Let it shine Let it shine