Airstrip One

Another new year and too much beer As I puke into the sea While the lights of Shoreham Harbour Still look the same to me And then some bloke on the radio Saying things that I’ve heard before And he’s going on about Orwell And it’s getting rather a bore While out there in the darkness There’s a Yankee with a gun But I'm too wrecked to care right now ‘cos the new year’s just begun, we’re having fun Down on Airstrip One The Harlow lights shine brightly As the wheels eat up the road But the motorways are all runways now And they’re carrying a deadly load ‘cos the monsters are all mobile and there’s anarchy in the air And the driver’s name is Sutcliffe and he’s too far gone to care While if you think you’re Kentish prayers Are mightier than the gun I’ll tell you that you’re dreaming ‘cos the countdown’s just begun Then we'll have fun, down on Airstrip One Down on Airstrip One Well, some folks are anxious and some folks are cool Read all the newspapers, don’t be a fool Video nasties and sugary tea That’s the way to get away scot-free On Airstrip One There’s some choose civilisation and a promise unfulfilled And there’s some choose extermination - when it’s someone else who gets killed A gesture of insanity And a world left to the crabs Five thousand years of history And now they’re up for grabs So send that fucking cowboy Riding off into the sun And send with him the culture Of the dollar and the gun Then we’ll have fun Down on Airstrip One Attila The Stockbroker Cherry Red Songs/Kassner Associated Publishers Limited