I Want Some of It

Some people have the gift, I swear
Of making money from thin air
It’s not as if they need it
They just like to breed it
They like having it there
I suppose it wasn’t tactful
I asked for one small sack-full
But they don’t like to share
(And I said)

I want some of it. I want some of it
I want some of it. I want some of it
I want some of it. I want some of it
If it’s all the same to you
I want some of it. I want some of it
I want some of it. I want some of it
I want some of it. I want some of it
Too

They called their private club ‘G8’
They had the whole world on a plate
And whеn they lost their tempеrs
The poor non-members
Just had to wait

And when they had their meetings
They ignored the bleatings
From outside the gate
(And they said…)

We want some of it. We want some of it...

Ten thousand fields of standing wheat
That people would be glad to eat
Just an over-production blunder
So they ploughed it all back under
Their feet
But as the wind was shifting
Angry sounds came drifting
Up from the street
(‘Cause…)

They want some of it. They want some of it...

We want some of it. We want some of it...