Lyrics:

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 changing hands.
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 these lorries
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 and unrefined.

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 feel fine.

CHORUS

Make of it what you will, make of it what you will, make of it what you will
make of it what you will
Should we go brighter, should we go lighter, should we go whiter
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 it what you will

CHORUS