1980 - Gil Scott-Heron, Brian Jackson

Thank you very much, thank you

Thank you, thanks, thanks everybody, yes thank you

Robot dignitaries better welcome you

Aliens part as you pass on through (?)

Nourishment and encouragement for the captain and his crew

Includes a ticker tape parade down the Main Avenue (?)

And you’re captured by the dream machine

you wake up and you wonder what it means

It’s 1980

And there ain’t even no way back to '75 or 1969

It’s 1980

And ain’t nobody ask me no time lately «how we gonna open the door for 1984?»

God will continue to look out for the children

But the fools will have to look out for themselves

Space is the place but you stuck on the ground

If powers continue but without the sound

A universal dress rehearsal paints the town

But boogie-woogie somewhere in the lost and found

I don’t mean to say that you’re behind the times

But only that the times got away from you

And it’s 1980

And there ain’t even no way back to '75, much less 1969

It’s 1980

And ain’t nobody ask me no time lately «Brother help me open the door for 1984»

God will continue to look out for the children

But the fools will have to look out, look out, look out

The robot mayor is there to shake your hand

But he ain’t never seen himself no earth man

Heard a funny word he just don’t understand

But he hope that it don’t mean you need a piece of land

Does it seem like such a long long way to come

To end up right back where you coming from?

It’s 1980

And there ain’t even no way back to '75, or much less 1969

It’s 1980

And ain’t nobody ask me no time lately «how we gonna open the door for 1984?»

God will continue to look out for the children

But the fools are gonna have to learn to fend for themselves

God will continue to watch over the babies

But the fools who never learn, never learn

God will continue to watch over the babies

But the fools are gonna have to watch out, watch out, watch out

Watch out

Watch out