Moscow's still red
The young man's dead
gone to heaven instead
The evening news
Says he was cofused
The motorways will all merge soon
Lottery winner buys the moon
They come to save us
The space invaders
He thought of cars
An' where, where to drive them
But there, therer was no one, no one
There's panic at London Heathrow
Every wants to go
Up into the blue
But there's a ten year queue
Columbia is in top gear
It sholdn't show this time of year
America's shot
She's gone an' done the lot, a lot
He thought of planes
An' where, there to fly to
An' who to fly ther with
But there, there was no one, no one
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He thought of cars
An' where, where to drive them
An' who to drive them with
But there, there was no one, no one
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
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