Drinking from his golden taps

Posing by his Spanish ship

Chasing bronze tail pheasants

From Sumatra round his park

Neptune lounges by the pool

He's the king and we're the fool

Hovering round his hovercraft

We're wondering where he flew

Where is our dictator

We let him keep the cash

If we're breathing the sweet air of freedom

Breathing the sweet air of freedom

Snipers with their shopping list

Chaos on the ground

A foreign hand with iron fist

To twist the story round

Orange was the future

Red was in the past

Till the little green man said

Our land was his backyard

Bless the Heavenly Hundred

Curse the birds of prey

Breathe the sweet sweet air of freedom

Breathe the sweet sweet air of freedom

Stranded on the wrong side

Children learning different songs

In grown-ups' little games

Back into the danger zone

Bombs are falling but home is home

Where my thoughts will be my own

As long as I draw breath

We voted for the monster

We didn't have a choice

Now we're breathing the sweet air

Breathe the smoke-filled air of freedom