THE FUTURE OF THE WORLD DEPENDS ON YOU



The shadow of a telephone was ringing on a wall.
I saw it through an open door, across an empty hall.
I happened to be passing by. It held me in its thrall.
The street-lights came on one by one.

It must have been a time-warp. I stood there for a year.
The telephone kept ringing, but nobody came near.
I went inside and picked it up and put it to my ear.
A voice came winging down the line.

(It said:)
"The future of the world depends on you.
"The future of the world depends on you.
"Don't let me down, boy, whatever you do,
"Because the future of the world depends on you."
(Click.)

I wondered if that telephone call could have been meant
For me and no-one else, and if my whole life had been spent
In coming to this house and picking up that instrument.
Just then, I heard the door-bell ring.


Three gorgeous sequinned black girls! My brain began to jam.
They asked me who I was, and I said: "I am that I am."
Then they told me that they were a singing telegram -
Aretha, Gladys and Dionne.

(They sang:)
"The future of the world depends on you.
"The future of the world depends on you.
"Don't let us down, boy, whatever you do,
"Because the future of the world depends on you.


I ran away because I could not take it any more.
I ran until I found myself on some far distant shore -
Where I tripped over a bottle with a message in its craw.
And this is what that message said:

"The future of the world depends on you.
The future of the world depends on you.
Don't let us down, boy, whatever you,
Coz the future of the world depends on you."

I rushed back into town to tell my story on TV,
To tell the world the future of the world depends on me.
They locked me in a loony bin and threw away the key.
Now the future of the world depends on YOU.


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