I wonder what 'twill all be like in 1999;
And how we'll get from here to there in 1999.
Man's legs don't take him very far;
Instead, he goes by motor car.
But he'll be reaching for a star, in 1999.
I wonder what we'll find to do in 1999;
Or if we'll need to work at all, in 1999.
Man's hands, his brains, are obsolete;
Computers do the job complete;
No wash, just wear, will keep us neat, in 1999.
I wonder, will the world still stand, in 1999.
Or will the Millenium bring us peace, in 1999.