Manta Ray -

In the land of Manta Ray

Floating above the city of curves

Wedding cake buildings are blushing

Looking beneath Antoinette’s skirt

The city where liberty came from

But now the torso’s gone

To the alternative priest from cologne

To whom the torso now belongs

Manta Ray

Manta Ray

Vatican band have mobilized

In London, Rome and Paris

This world will be cannibalised

It’s all over in Atlantis

Now the end is over

There is no sting in his tail

Paris puts on a pullover

As the Manta Ray sets sail

Manta Ray

Manta Ray

There were not tunnels of triumph

There was no bridge of sighs

Ah, there were no towers of science

Like blunt steeples in the sky

In the land of Manta Ray