I was reading in New Zealand about Ian Smith
   I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that shit.
   The people here can still believe in stiff lips and stiff collars
   They're speaking deals in English
   But they're making deals in dollars.
   They're breaking up an empire
   Nobody's buying British
   They're calling for an umpire
   Nobody's playing cricket
   The flags are coming down everybody stands saluting
   But somewhere in the distance, I can hear somebody shooting.
  
   And another piece of red left my atlas today.
  
   It's so long Hong Kong and no more Singapore
   Those steaming nights of Malta
   Goodbye Gibraltar
   I'll give you arms for Africa
   I'm hungry for India
   The sun's set on Australia
   And vive le Canada
  
   Theyre breaking up an empire
   Nobody's buying British
   Calling for an umpire
   It really isn't cricket
   The flags are coming down
   There's a minimum of looting
   Somewhere in the distance I can see somebody shooting
   And another piece of red left my atlas today.........