Another Piece Of Red

Another Piece of
Red I was reading in
New Zealand about
Ian Smith
I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that ****.
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......... *written by
Bob Geldof *from the album "Mondo Bongo"