He Thought of Cars
Moscow's still redThe young man's deadGone to heaven insteadThe evening news says he was confusedThe motorways will all merge soonLottery winner buys the moonThey've come to save usThe space invaders are here
He thought of carsAnd where, where to drive themAnd who to drive them withAnd there, there was no one, no one
There's panic at London HeathrowEverybody wants to go up into the blueBut there's a ten year queueColumbia is in top gearIt shouldn't snow at this time of yearNow America's shot goneAnd done the lot
He thought of planes and where,Where to fly toAnd who to fly there withAnd there, there was no one, no one