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 
The day became night by the campfire light 
The crowd began testifying 
Using the headphones for a mike, for tenor saw's delight 
I sang another new sound is dying 
On a techno 
D-day, a techno 
D-day Where the long arm of the law cannot reach 
On a techno 
D-day, a techno 
D-day We waited on 
Omaha beach 
We waited and we waited 
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, go, g-g-go 
It was 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 
Go, go techno 
D-day, go 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