Whoa, it's our world
 Yeah, yeah, one world
 Whoa, it's our world
 Yeah, yeah

 When I walk on th
Music comes a'ringin' out of every door
 I see faces I know and they give me a sign
 We got something between us and it feels all right

 I see Chrissy the clipper, she colors my hair
 Micky and Margaret make the clothes that we wear
 And there's Gene who runs the club where we dance all night
 When you live in our world everything's all right

 Politicians and dictators and the guys with the dough
 They think they run the world but they just don't know
 'Cause down here on the street we got it under control
 From Berlin to San Francisco, from New York to Tokyo