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