With the ease of a practised smile

The tears of a crocodile

Well shake then wash your hands

Of the smell of foreign land

The propaganda woman said

It might be worse you could be dead

Now we've an impressive show

Let's wind it up and watch it go



Still a strange thing to me

Is there's no place I'd rather be

Rollercoasting backwards to

Up and down and turning blue



No pie in the sky

For the small man gets smaller

But a poke in the eye

From an unwelcome caller



Still a strange thing to me

Is there's no place I'd rather be

Rollercoasting backwards to

Up and down and turning blue



Policeman's eyes on overload

A fractured island might explode

A million pieces washed ashore

From Disneyland to Warsaw



Let's have a rehearsal run

An underground holiday in the sun

Take time to sit and reflect

A white wall where the sun collects



Still a strange thing to me

Is there's no place I'd rather be

Rollercoasting backwards to

Up and down and turning blue