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