October 22, 1973
I've travelled from town to town
And I've moved a bit around.
Believing in myself
I'd find riches and wealth
Build a mansion on a mountain top
Keep on going, never stop.
I'd own all the safe and vaults
Make the world so somersaults
And I'd rule from coast to coast
They'd call me Mr Most
And the world would be mine
Mine, mine, mine, mine.
Mr Heath would be my valet
Raquel Welch my daily
Tricky Dicky would wash my socks
Amin in the garden breaking rocks
I'd stop all the fighting
Make them take up poetry writing
Teach them how to spell
And sing like Sacha Distel
And I'd make them read Donleavy
Get into all the heavies
And the world would be mine
Mine, mine, mine, mine.
Make Israel and Egypt play a dart game
Make America and Russia do the same
Make all the Reds and Blues
Wear winklepicker shoes
I'd give Kosygin and Brezhnev their own TV show
Give the White House a station on the radio
Put the politicians on 'Stars on Sunday'
(Have to extend it into Monday)
But give action replays to you
Live from their cages in the zoo
And the world would be mine
Mine, mine, mine, mine.
And violence wouldn't exist
Every single punch would miss
All boxers would be wearing flippers
Those bovver boys in Andy Pandy slippers
Soldiers would be armed with water guns
There wouldn't be any atomic bombs
There would be joke contests instead
We'd laugh till Zebedee said 'time for bed'
And I'd rule from coast to coast
They'd call me Mr Most
And the world would be mine
Mine, mine, mine, mine.
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