Look up, look down, all around, hey satellite

 

Rest high above the clouds no restriction

Television we bounce round the world

And while I spend these hours

Five senses reeling

I laugh about the weatherman’s satellite eyes

 

Satellite in my eyes

Like a diamond in the sky

How I wonder

Satellite strung from the moon

And the world your balloon

Peeping Tom for the mother station

Winter’s cold spring erases

And the calm by the way the storm is chasing

Everything good needs replacing

Look up, look down, all around, hey satellite

Satellite, Satellite, Satellite, Satellite