It's a bit of an
Ernest
Busker song, so...
I'll play you a joke.
Well, things are changing so fast
I'm just barely hanging on
Cos the future becomes the present
And in a moment it is gone
So I'm pulling out my crystal ball
From my singer's bag of tricks
And I'll tell you for free where we will be
in 2056.
Well, the young ones will be waiting
for their chance to call the shots.
And the old ones will be wondering
how much longer they have got.
And some will dodge the bullets,
and some will take the hits.
They'll still be shooting
from the shadows in
2056.
And some will run like lemmings to
their four score years and ten
An d some will soar like seagull
s and take the dump on them
There'll be a list of stuff that's
perfect and a list of stuff to fix
And they still won't know
the difference in 2056
You see they'll have lots of
brand new gadgets
They'll have brand new
stuff to wear
Brand new ways
to spend their breath
And cooler fads to share
But they'll bear the skin of
Adam
And it'll always be that way
In 2056, just like it is today
And I'll be dead or 98,
but by then I won't be in the mix
And there'll be a million brand
new songs to sing by 2056