I see seas unclean, filled up with poo
One massive tomb, the fish die too
And I think to myself, was a wonderful world

I see skies of grey with clouds of smoke
Business plugs away, while the masses choke
And I think to myself, was a wonderful world

The dullness of the cities, makes people wanna cry
Negotiating faeces, and people getting high
I see strangers shakin' fists, sayin' "Go get screwed"
They're really saying they're in a bad mood

I hear youngsters moanin', they're craving hash
Put on their hoodies then steal granny's cash
And I think to myself, was a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, was a wonderful world

Oh no..