Another new year and too much beer
As I puke into the sea
While the lights of Shoreham Harbour
Still look the same to me
And some bloke on the radio
Is saying things that I’ve heard before
And he’s going on about Orwell
And it’s getting rather a bore
While out there in the darkness
There’s a yankee with a gun
But I'm too wrecked to care right now ‘cos the new year’s just begun

We’re having fun, down on Airstrip One

Well, the Harlow lights shine brightly
As the wheels eat up the road
But the motorways are all runways now
And they’re carrying a deadly load
‘Cos the monsters are all mobile and there’s anarchy in the air
And the driver’s name is Sutcliffe and he’s too far gone to care
Though if you think you’re Kentish prayers
Are mightier than the gun
I’ll tell you that you’re dreaming
‘cos the countdown’s just begun

Then we'll have fun down on Airstrip One

Some folks are angry and some folks are cool
Read all the newspapers, don’t be a fool
Video nasties and sugary tea
That’s the way to get away scot-free

On Airstrip One

Well some choose civilisation and a promise unfulfilled
And there’s some choose extermination - when it’s someone else who gets killed
A gesture of insanity
And a world left to the crabs
Five thousand years of history
And now they’re up for grabs
So send that fucking cowboy
Riding off into the sun
And send with him the culture
Of the dollar and the gun

Then we’ll have fun

Down on Airstrip One

We are running out of time
We may meet where the sun never shines
Down in room 101

Attila The Stockbroker
Cherry Red Songs/Kassner Associated Publishers Limited