saw famine on the box and terrible suffering
people lying there helpless, not having anything
now i know my television, is not a two way screen
but compassion makes me hide my dinner, from these wretched human beings
now i don't want medals, i just do what i can
i guess I'm what you call a humanitarian
saw a child of Africa, with flies on his face
and a stomach like a darts player, it was a disgrace
so i got a box, searched high and low, right throughout the day
sent that child a hundred spiders to chase the flies away
now i don't want a Nobel prize, for being a caring man
i guess I'm what you call a humanitarian
i see the war in Syria, it rages on and on
every night there's gunfire, and big exploding bombs
i will not sit idly by, these people i won't shun
I'm sending them earplugs, the little yellow spongy ones
now i don't want films made about me, that win the jury prize at Cannes
for i am a modest fellow, a humanitarian
