He buys everything he can that he knows will impress
And leaves the labels on things so that you know it’s the best
The brand new car he bought last week, he thinks is real sleek
And he knows just where to eat to be considered chic
He’s a contemporary man
In a contemporary band
Doing all these things
That I just don’t understand
He likes to tell tall tales until someone calls his bluff
And he’ll be glad to tell you that four drinks just aren’t enough
The attic that he lives in and thinks is real neat
Cost his four hundred bucks a month not including heat
He’s a contemporary man
In a contemporary band
He’ll ask you what your forte is
Thhough you won’t understand
(Solo)
He thinks everyone’s his pal, ’cause he’s a modern man
And he thinks fun’s the most important thing for you to have
If you ever meet him, and I’m sure you know a few
Just make sure he doesn’t end up going off with you
He’s a contemporary man
In a contemporary band
He’ll ask you what your forte is
I just can’t understand
Music & Lyrics ~ Scott Ferguson
© 1984 Stanton Park Music/Black Hole Music