Lyrics:

Well, it was a techno D-day out on Omaha Beach
I was a reserve DJ playing Columbian mountain beats
Andrés 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 counselors 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 mic, 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 can't reach
On a techno D-day, a techno D-day, we waited on Omaha Beach
We waited
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-g-g-g-g-go, go, 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