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.