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 there 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