Well, it was a techno D-day out on Omaha beach
I was a reserved D.J. playing Columbian mountain beats
Andres Landero, ay mi sombrero
Hold onto your hats, we gotta go
Because the noise inspector's with the sound detectors
Were coming on down the beach
And the counselors wanna pounce on us
There we go disturbing the peace
And the Cornish sun only just begun
To sink into the western sea
So to keep it low so the cops don't know
And 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 the life of freedom
And this is all about free speech
The day became night by the campfire light
The crowd began testifying
Using my 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 law can't 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