Day

Well it was a techno D-day out on Omaha beach I was a reserve D.J. playing Columbian mountain beats Andres Landero, ay mi sombrero Hold onto your hats, we gotta go Because the noise inspectors with the sound detectors Were coming on down the beach And the councellors wanna pounce on us There we go disturbing the peace And the Cornish sun had only just begun To sink into the western sea So to keep it low so the cops don't know I spun my Harry Belafonte Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah On a techno D-day, a techno D-day Out on Omaha beach Where the troops believe in a life of freedom And this is all about free speech