Now That I Own the BBC

Sparks
 Gratuitous Sax
 Now That I Own The Bbc
 What was I thinking, what was I thinking 
 What was I thinking, what could I have been thinking 
 It's going one time, it's going two times 
 Sold to the gent who wears the stunned expression 

 As I took it off their hands 
 A five pound note was changing hands 
 As I took it off their hands 
 I had plans, I had plans 

 CHORUS 
 Now that I own the BBC 
 What am I supposed to do with this thing 
 Now that I own the BBC 
 What am I supposed to make of this thing 

 All this power, all this glory 
 All these DJs and all these lorries 
 What was I thinking, what was I thinking 
 What was I thinking, what could I have been thinking 

 Hey Rupert Murdoch, help me out 
 I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind 
 You know the way to lay things out 
 For the refined and unrefined 

 CHORUS 

 Hey Ted Turner, help me out 
 I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind 
 You know the way to work things out 
 To colorize and still feel fine 

 CHORUS 

 Make of it what you will, make of it what you will 
 Make of it what you will, make of it what you will 

 Should we go brighter, should we go lighter 
 Should we go whiter, go left or righter 
 What was I thinking, what was I thinking 
 I wasn't drinking, what could I have been thinking 

 CHORUS 

 Make of it what you will, make of it what you will 
 Make of it what you will, make of it what you will