This Modern World
Verse I
Happy New Year girls
I said “Your prince has arrived”
with my head hung out on the passenger side
Howling like a dog at the moon
I know the clock is going strike here soon
I see the signs of desperation
through the holiday gloom and all the signs of desperation through the holiday gloom
and my dollar isn’t worth a dime in these peculiar times
Chorus
I’m gonna find myself a woman
Gonna start myself a fight
I’m gonna hate myself tomorrow but I love myself tonight
You’ll know me as the toast of the town
Tonight this modern world won’t bring me down
Verse II
I’m an optimistic guy
I don’t dwell on the past
Good news, this year can’t be worse than the last
Don’t know why I came here at all
when every day I go on dropping the ball
But I sing like Sinatra and move like Fred Astaire
drinking champagne dancing on the tables and chairs
and knocking over bottles and cans
baby I’m your man
Chorus
