The History of the World

When I was in my mother's womb

Social structure seemed a simple thing

After birth I cursed my luck

Then went down to breakfast

What I know fills me up

It is an everlasting cup

What I believe will never change

My consolation for the night

Mother had for me an egg

I understood the relations of production

She always provided for me

That's where I lost my naivety

Stability is in my mind

I associate with my kind

Charity, it fills my heart

To help the poor in Africa

Good, yes, you've done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, you've done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, you've done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, you've done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, you've done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world

Good, yes, you've done well

Here is a small prize

The history of the world