Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson - 1980 lyrics

Thank you very much, thank you Thank you, thanks, thanks everybody, yes thank you Robot dignitaries better welcome you Aliens applaud as you pa** on review 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 continues 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 Well 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 Cause 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