Moscow's still red, the young man's dead
Gone to heaven instead, the evening news says he was confused
The motorways will all merge soon, lottery winner buys the moon
They've come to save us, the space invaders
He thought of cars
And where, where to drive them
And who to drive them with
But there, there was no one, no one aah-aah-aah
[instrumental solo]
There's panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go up into the blue, but there's a ten year queue
Columbia is in top gear, it shouldn't snow this time of year
America's shot, she's gone and done the lot ({the lot})
He thought of planes
And where, where to fly to
And who to fly there with
But there, there was no one, no one aah-aah-ahh
La la la la laaa
La la la la laaa la laaa
La la la la laaa
La la la la laaa la laaa
[Guitar (I think...) solo]
He thought of cars
And where, where to drive them
And who to drive them with
But there, there was no one, no one aah-aah-aah
La la la la laaa - 4
La la la la laaa la laaa -/ times