Techno D-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

The day became night by the campfire light, the crowd began testifying
Using the headphones for a mike, for tenor saw's delight, I sang another new sound is dying

On a techno D-Day, a techno D-Day where the long arm of the law cannot reach
On a techno D-Day, a techno D-Day we waited on Omaha Beach
We waited, we waited

Behind me in the booth was the techno crew ready with the crucial beats
Still, they said keep it low, spin your calypso, we're waiting for Babylon to retreat
The crowd was ready to riot, they were sick of being quiet, we're still waiting for the signal to go
Then the walkie talkie gear spat out the all clear and the boys hit the decks in full flow, go, g-g-g-go

It was a techno D-Day, a techno D-Day way out on Omaha Beach
Where the troops believe in a life of freedom and this is all about free speech
Techno D-Day, a techno D-Day way out on Omaha Beach
Where the troops believe in a life of freedom and this is about free speech

Go go techno D-Day, go techno D-Day, sometimes you have to get out of reach
It was a techno D-Day, a techno D-Day and this is all about free speech