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