I see a Mansard Roof through the trees,
I see a salty message written in the eeves,
The ground beneath my feet,
The hot garbage and concrete,
And now the tops of buildings
I can see them too!

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees,
I see a salty message written in the eves,
The ground beneath my feet,
The hot garbage and concrete,
And now the tops of buildings
I can see them too!

The Argentines collapse in defeat,
The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet,
The ground beneath their feet
Is a nautically map sheet
As thin as paper
While it slips away from view