Turning Blue

With the ease of a practised smile

With the tears of a crocodile

Well shake then wash your hands

Of the smell of foreign lands

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