Lyrics:

A cynical and sarcastic observation of how, especially in the Reagan Era, American culture overtook the native British culture as being hyper-cool.
Bill Barrett has a simple dream
He calls it his 'Plan B'
There were buildings in the sky and the air is sugar-free
And everyone is very friendly
Well, Plan B arrived on a holiday
Took a cab to the shopping malls
Bought and ate 'til he could do neither any more
Then found love on Channel 44

La, la-la-la-la
He wants to go to magic America
La, la-la-la-la
He'd like to live in magic America
With all those magic people

Bill Barrett sent his postcards home
To everyone he'd ever known, they read
'Fifty-nine cents gets you a good square meal
From the people who care how you feel'

La, la-la-la-la
He wants to go to magic America
La, la-la-la-la
He'd like to live in magic America
With all the magic people (Mm-mm)
With all the magic people


La, la-la-la-la
He wants to go to magic America
La, la-la-la-la
He'd like to live in magic America
La, la-la-la-la
So nice to be in magic America
La, la-la-la-la
He'd like to live in magic America
With all the magic people
With all the magic people
With all the magic people (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)
With all the magic people

All the magic people, all the people (With all the magic people)
All the people, all the people (With all the magic people)
All the people, all the people (With all the magic people)
All the people, all the people (With all the magic people)