Sparks - Now That I Own the BBC Lyrics
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Now That I Own the BBC
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What Are The Lyrics For Now That I Own the BBC By Sparks?
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 changinghands. I had plans, I had plans [Chorus:] Now that I own the BBC What am I supposed to do with that thing Now that I own the BBC What am I supposed to make of this thing All this power, all this glory, all these DJ's and all theselorries 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 andunrefined. [Chorus:] Hey Ted Turner, help me out I'm flying blind, I'm flying blind You know the way to lay things out, to colorize and still feelfine. [Chorus:] Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of itwhat you will make of it what you will Should we go brighter, should we go lighter, should we gowhiter Go left or righter What was I thinking, what was i thinking, what was I thinking I wasn't thinking, what could I have been thinking. [Chorus:] Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of itwhat you will [Chorus:] |
Who Wrote Now That I Own the BBC By Sparks?
Ron Mael, Russell Mael
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What's The Duration Of The Now That I Own the BBC By Sparks?The duration of Now That I Own the BBC is 4:58 minutes and seconds. |
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