What will this old world be like
In the year two thousand
How old do you think you'll be
In the year two thousand
Will there still, still be wars
I hope and pray
They will cease to be
Look at the time
We've wanted
This is one of the things
That's got the world
In such a mess
What will this old world be like
In the year two thousand
How old do you think you'll be
In the year two thousand
Will people still
Still be starving to death
I know there's enough
Food here for every man
Woman, boy and girl
Will there be the save
Kind of people
Who call themselves
Rulers of the world
What will this old world be like
In the year two thousand
How old do you think you'll be
In the year two thousand.
