Came down on a Monday 

Somewhere in the Midlands 

Tasted man, tasted flea, 

Couldn't tell the difference 



Asked around on Tuesday 

Got nothing from a tree 

The guide had said 

"What talks is red" 

That's all there is to see 



Who wants the world? 

Who wants the world? 

Who wants the world? 

(Please allow me to re-arrange your face sometimes

I'd really like to get to know you better) 

Not me, not me, not me, not me 



Looked around on Wednesday 

Took in all the sights 

The Promised Land they'd left to man 

Been ruined overnight 



Peering through the port-holes 

With teardrops in their eyes 

The ship they took for one last look 

At thursday's setting sun-rise 



Who wants the world? 

Who wants the world? 

Who wants the world? 

(Please allow me to re-arrange your face sometimes

I'd really like to get to know you better) 

Not me, not me, not me, not me 



Who wants the world? 

Who wants the world? 

Who wants the world?