Magic America - Blur

Bill Barrat has a simple dream.

He calls it his Plan B.

Where there are buildings in the sky and the air is sugar free

And everyone’s very friendly.

Well, Plan B arrived on a holiday.

He took a cab to the shopping malls,

Bought and ate till 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 Barrat sent his postcards home

To everyone he’d ever known

They went, «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

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

With all the magic people

All the magic people

With all the magic people

All the people, all the people

With all the magic people

All the people, all the people