Evolution gave him birth, his kind was something new
Without notice to the earth he came out of the blue
V.I.P. in all respect out of one holy seed

With a world to conquer his mission was to breed

Candy man, candy man delivering the goods

It's a new religion for the crippled and the meek
Noa was a handy man, one day he built a ship
When the tide came rushing in, he took his party for a trip

He was a star child, he was something to see
Not like the others of his family


Such an extraordinary, he is a mercenary
Most extraordinary child


Crown of creation swinging the tail
at the top of the family tree
In the footprints by origin back to ancient history

Still looking for a missing link to prove one theory
He was a star child, he was something to see
Not like the others of his family

By the age of five his mother cried:

Hey, son of a gun, is the battle yet won?

What are you aiming for, it's a game of hit and run