Twenty first century show
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
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
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