Whose world is this? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine (The world is yours, the world is yours) I'm out for presidents to represent me (say what?) I sip the Dom P, watching "Gandhi" 'til I'm charged Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the

A man this lonely needs a woman like you A man this lonely A man this blue A man whose world's been torn in two Needs somebody With a heart that's true Two arms this empty Need someone to hold A man this lost needs somewhere to go