I was reading in New Zealand about Ian Smith
I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that shit.
The people here can still believe in stiff lips and stiff collars
They`re speaking deals in English
But they`re making deals in dollars.
They`re breaking up an empire
Nobody`s buying British
They`re calling for an umpire
Nobody`s playing cricket
The flags are coming down everybody stands saluting
But somewhere in the distance, I can hear somebody shooting.
And another piece of red left my atlas today.
It`s so long Hong Kong and no more Singapore
Those steaming nights of Malta
Goodbye Gibraltar
I`ll give you arms for Africa
I`m hungry for India
The sun`s set on Australia
And vive le Canada
Theyre breaking up an empire
Nobody`s buying British
Calling for an umpire
It really isn`t cricket
The flags are coming down
There`s a minimum of looting
Somewhere in the distance I can see somebody shooting
And another piece of red left my atlas today.........