Techno D-Day

Well, it was a techno d-day Out on Omaha Beach I was a reserve DJ 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 counselors want to pounce on us And 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 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 mic, four tenors delight I sang another new sound is dying On a techno d-day, a techno d-day Where the long arm of the law can't reach On a techno d-day, a techno d-day We waited out on Omaha Beach 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 On 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 Techno d-day, a 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