The History of the World

When I was in my mothers womb Social structure seemed a simple thing After birth I cursed my luck Then went down to breakfast What I know fills me up It is an everlasting cup What I believe will never change My consolation for the night Mother had for me an egg I understood the relations of production She always provided for me That's where I lost my naivety ? Stability is in my mind I associate with my kind Charity, it fills my heart To help the poor in Africa [Chorus: x6] Good, yes, you've done well Here is a small prize The history of the world