The Numanoid Channel

Hello I'm the aircrash bureau

I bet you're so surprised to see me

I could specialise in rumours

I'll send shivers up your spine

Pilot, back, I need my squadron

I was flying before D-Day

Now I'm warning you of falling

I'll tell you when you're going down

Sometimes I get these questions

It reminds me of the skin game

We used to hang around on corners

Saying 'well here we are again'

So now she motions closer

Now that's what I call romance

Someone's calling me but vaguely

You need the feeling, not the man

(P) 1980 Beggars Banquet

The Aircrash Bureau