Whatever you want you’ve got it

Whatever I’ve got you wanted

You’re going to be happy

If when the television’s

Not so black and white

Black or white

 

You collect up your dream

Deposit it a mile or two ago

You want to travel backwards

Well that’s up to you

I’m going this way

 

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

 

Your dream is wide awake

If you really wanted it

Then where’s the smile

If people are so contented

How do you explain

Their resentment

 

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

 

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me

Hands to me