Who Wants The World - The Stranglers

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?