| All you have to do is write a song | |
| Not too smart now and not too long | |
| Easy to listen to hard to forget | |
| Then we'll cut it and press it | |
| Release it while the words are still wet | |
| All it really takes is to link a few lines | |
| Hang em' on a hook and repeat a few lines | |
| The words need not be committed | |
| Though you'll be if it flops | |
| So we're pickin' out your straight jacket | |
| For the Top of the Pops | |
| When I sing my song | |
| My song of songs | |
| I want the whole wide world | |
| To sing along | |
| Sing for me | |
| I'll sing for you | |
| I want the whole wide world | |
| To sing it too | |
| All they really want is | |
| A witty little ditty | |
| For the Broken hearted kids in | |
| The broken down cities | |
| Make it sort of simple | |
| And make it sort of pretty | |
| And take your time but hurry | |
| 'Cos the radio is hungry for your song | |
| Sing my song | |
| My song of songs | |
| I want the whole wide world | |
| To sing along | |
| Sing for me | |
| I'll sing for you | |
| I want the whole wide world | |
| To sing it too |