A Fpenny in your Gpocket,
A fsuitcase in your fhand,
CThey won't get you Fvery far,
Now you're a gtwenty-first century Gman.

FFly across the Gcity,
fFar above the fland,
CYou can do most Fanything,
You're a gtwenty-first century Gman.

GThough you Cride on the Fwheels of toCmorrow,C  F 
GYou still Cwander the Ffields of your Csorrow.

One day you're a hero,
The next day you're a clown,
There's nothing that is in between,
Now you're a twenty-first century man.

You should be so happy,
You should be so glad,
So why are you so lonely,
You're a twenty-first century man.

You stepped out of a dream believing everything was gone,
Return with what you've learned they'll
kiss the ground you walk upon.

Things aren't how you thought they were,
Nothing have you planned,
So pick up your penny and your suitcase,
You're not a twenty-first century man.

Though you ride on the wheels of tomorrow,
You still wander the fields of your sorrow.

Twenty-first century man.