Låttexter: Spymob. 2040.

My mother once told me
On the phone that I should name my band 'Millennium'
'Cuz in the next few years
The millennium will be on everyone's mind

I told her that I agreed
But I didn't like it as a band name
Yet it got me thinkin'
About what I'd be doin' in 2040

In 2040 I'll reminisce about the 20th century
Where we still wrote on pads of paper
Humans still did all the cleaning

In 2040 I'll be camping out with my grandsons
They'll have little gadgets to talk to their friends around the world
They'll see them, smell them, hear them, feel them
Communicate as if they're there

In 2040 my wife and I will take up games
Like lawn bowling
And we'll compete interactively with couples our age in Africa
And we'll compete interactively with couples our age in Thailand

In 2040 I'll reminisce about the 20th century
I'll reminisce about the 20th century
Where we still wrote on pads of paper
Humans still did all the cleaning

In 2040 I'll reminisce about the 20th century
Where we still wrote on pads of paper
Humans still did all the cleaning

In 2040 I'll be camping out with my grandsons
They'll have little gadgets to talk to their friends around the world
They'll see them, smell them, hear them, feel them
Communicate as if they're there

They'll see them, smell them, hear them, feel them
Communicate as if there

In 2040 I'll reminisce about the 20th century
Where we still wrote on pads of paper
Humans still did all the cleaning

In 2040 I'll reminisce about the 20th century
Where we still wrote on pads of paper
Humans still did all the cleaning