Nineteen Century Man
(Malcom Mooney)
Nineteen, nineteen century man,
Nineteen century man,
Nineteen century man,
Never understand
Why they call you nineteen century man,
Nothing but a head from the can.
Nineteen century man,
You work all day, all night too.
Nineteen century, it’s all through, yeah,
Come on.
Nineteen century man,
Nineteen century man,
She thought at you all the way home.
You can’t explain about
Why they call you nineteen century man.
It’s, it’s so plain to see,
At use what you should be,
Industrial king, you’re nothing,
Nineteen century man, Twentieth century now, man.
Understand, nineteen century man,
That you’ll never, never stand.
My book’s too big, yeah, that’s true,
And nineteen century it’s all through.
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
I fool betcha, yours isn’t freeze,
I cannot stand with all those trees.
Yeah, nineteen,
Hollywood’s the place with you,
Hollywood’s the place to be,
You’ll only make it, baby, you’ll make TV.
Inner space, inner space, inner space, inner space,
Inner space, inner space, inner space, inner space,
Inner space, inner space, inner space, inner space,
Inner space.
Yeah, get off your feet,
Try to do it too, stop trodding around,
You’ll move that funk,
Come on, come on, yeah,
Alright, alright, alright, alright,
Alright, alright, alright, alright,
Alright, alright, alright, alright,
Alright, alright, alright, alright,
Alright, alright, go!
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