He`s a rebel and a runner
He`s a signal turning green
He`s a restless young romantic
Wants to run the big machine
He`s got a problem with his poisons
But you know he`ll find a cure
He`s cleaning up his systems
To keep his nature pure
Learning to match the beat of the Old World man
Learning to catch the heat of the Third World man
He`s got to make his own mistakes
And learn to mend the mess he makes
He`s old enough to know what`s right
But young enough not to choose it
He`s noble enough to win the world
He`s a New World man...
He`s a radio receiver
Tuned to factories and farms
He`s a writer and arranger
And a young boy bearing arms
He`s got a problem with his power
With weapons on patrol
He`s got to walk a fine line
And keep his self-control
Trying to save the day for the Old World man
Trying to pave the way for the Third World man
He`s not concerned with yesterday
He knows constant change is here today
He`s noble enough to know what`s right
But weak enough not to choose it
He`s wise enough to win the world
He`s a New World man...