Moscow's still red The young man's dead Gone to heaven instead The evening news Says he was confused The motorways will all merge soon Lottery winner buys the moon They've come to save us The space invaders
(...are here)
He thought of cars And where Where to drive them And who to drive them with But there There was no-one No-one
There's panic at London Heathrow Everybody wants to go Up into the blue But there's a ten year queue Columbia is in top gear It shouldn't snow this time of year America's shot She's gone and done the lot
He thought of planes And where Where to fly to And who to fly there with But there There was no-one No-one
He thought of cars And where Where to drive them And who to drive them with But there There was no-one No-one
