I cross the Thames As a frosty sun descends Golden autumn into silver winter. And like a jack-in-a-box Who sprung out of the grogshop? Eyes of fire through the cool vapour.
We blew with the breeze We whistled through the trees The masters of our universe.
The cameras scan Tourists for terrorists And we dance in the square Around a frozen fountain.
Ten out of ten.
And we put Godzilla In our rear view mirror After the chase. We went on our way.