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