Cast away on a desert island Me and poor Crusoe are sharing the same fate Cast away on a desert island With Great Britain written on its name plate With my umbrella I go walking Through all the sands on a building site Across the shopping malls and motorways Birds from Heathrow fill the Night with people flying to escape Friday comforts me and says it's pay day Cast away on a desert island... The game and coconuts is plentiful You pick 'em right off of a supermarket shelf And all the man-eaters are parked away Down in garages While their selfish owners drinking to escape