All The Myths On Sunday

Oh. I am a humble man thankful for my rights and inheritance due
How about you?
And I wan’t to stay in sight of things that I believe in
And I know to be true, the sweet sweet truth
I wouldn’t question letters of authority,
Yeah I keep the bedroom cold to save energy, 'cos it’s good for me
And as long as there’s something for me
And long as the world swings my way I don’t have any complaints
Oh I believe all the myths on Sunday
Yeah. I am as white as snow, 'cept for when I sit out in the sun
The hot sun, then I look so different
Just like I’ve become an African
I’m always showing clearly my morality
Yeah. I rule by consent of the majority ain’t it good to see
Yes sir it’s a wonderful life making these decisions
Just for you, no-one but you
And as long as there’s something for me
As long as the world swings my way
I don’t have any complaints
And I believe all the myths on Sunday