I used to think the world was flatRarely threw my hat into the crowdI felt I had used up my quota of yearningUsed to look in on the children at nightIn the glow of their Donald Duck lightAnd frighten myself with the thoughtof my little ones burningBut, oh, oh, oh, the tide is turningThe tide is turningSatellite buzzing through the endless nightExclusive to moonshots and world title fightsJesus Christ imagine what it must be earningWho is the strongestWho is the bestWho holds the acesThe EastOr the WestThis is the crap our children are learningBut oh, oh, oh, the tide is turningThe tide is turningOh, oh, oh, the tide is turningNow the satellite's confused'Cos on Saturday nightThe airwaves were full of compassion and lightAnd his silicon heart warmedTo the sight of a billion candles burningOo, oo, oo, the tide is turningOo, oo, oo, the tide is turningThe tide is turning BillyI'm not saying that the battle is wonBut on Saturday night all those kids in the sunWrested technology's sword fromthe hand of the war lordsOh, oh, oh, the tide is turningThe tide is turning Sylvester