Bombers [In Concert, John Peel, Recorded 3.6.71]

All clear, wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes

Seemed a good idea
To drop a bomb on the wasteland here
Only one man could be seen
And he was old and so serene
Captain sat in his deck chair
And the red light flashed, beware
And the pilot felt quite big-time
As the bomb sailed through the air
Captain sang and sang
And the bang went bang
And their eyes popped out
When the smoke began to clear
It was positively queer

All clear, wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes

"Die," said the General
"Cobblers," said the man
So the Pentagon sent a telegram
And the Queen a telegram
A-bombs, H-bombs, even very small ones
Ripped apart that sand
'Til the stench was just revolting
And the sky a greenish tan
Voice said, "Sir
There's a crack in the world"
And the rivers went "Splash"
And the bits flew far and wide
Ah, the universe sighed

All clear, wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes

All clear, wail the sirens
Sunshine on the wasteland
Old man sitting in the white sand
Think we're in for a big surprise
Right between the eyes

When the smoke had blown away
There was nothing left to view
Except a man, dear Lord, who looked like you
Used to look, my Holy book

Those were David Bowie on piano
And an amazing pair of trousers
And that's going to appear on an LP
That could very easily be called "Hunky Dory"
When it finally comes out
Umm, that's if we can find out how "Hunky Dory" is spelt
This next one, the lineup remains the same
But it's gonna be recorded as a single by Arnold Corn
Who I mentioned earlier, the group
And it's called "Looking For A Friend"
And I think that's about it for this one