| 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 and 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-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 |