Desert Island - XTC, Phil Thornalley, Alex Sadkin

Cast away on a desert island

Me and poor Crusoe are sharing the same fate

Cast away on a desert island

With Great Britain written on its name plate

With my umbrella I go walking

Through all the sands on a building site

Across the shopping malls and motorways

Birds from Heathrow fill the

Night with people flying to escape

Friday comforts me and says it’s pay day

Cast away on a desert island…

The game and coconuts is plentiful

You pick 'em right off of a supermarket shelf

And all the man-eaters are parked away

Down in garages

While their selfish owners drinking to escape