My mind's made up!
I've got to work
For memories lose calories
And now I'm undernourished
So, youth, en garde!
I'll serve you right
You want the world?
You'll have to fight
The world belongs to the young
That's an order, so I hear
Salute and praise them, or hold your tongue
Even better - disappear
They say that I have had my day
It's time for someone else to dance
They say I ought to crawl away
Mais non chance
Not a chance!
I want it all again and more!
I want the world the young deplore
So pick away, sweet birds of youth
It's eye for eye and tooth for tooth
I'll keep the good taste here at home
And send the bad taste back to Rome
I will let the British Isles keep all the gaudy styles
I want Paris to wake and see
Without me, there's a vacancy
The world belongs to the young
To the young - or me
We shall see
We shall see
We shall see!
The world belongs to the young
To the young
Or me
We shall see (we shall see)
We shall see (we shall see)
We shall see!