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