The cinema stays dry
The underground its heroes
They're queueing up, my oh my

The polythene wigwam ritual
She's got a blue bikini
Two kisses and you're captive
 Like something from Fred Fellini

Chorus :

The need to play grew up with the admiring of those in diminished
clothes

They're marching in defiant
They carry their flags on high
The military hatchet people
Are giving their battle cry

There's Latin sounds on Sunday
With caramel cr?pes at large
We haven't got a drift net
For happenings free of charge

Repeat Chorus