He Thought of Cars

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 come to save us The space invaders He thought of cars An' where, where to drive them Who to drive them with But there, there was no one, no one 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 an' done the lot, a lot He thought of planes An' where, where to fly to An' who to fly there with But there, there was no one, no one La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la He thought of cars An' where, where to drive them An' who to drive them with But there, there was no one, no one La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la