Lyrics/Muziek: Roger Waters

Uitgebracht als single (1987) met b-kant een live versie van Money, naar het schijnt, maar ik werkelijkheid een studio opname waarbij geluids effecten toegevoegd zijn. Zang bij Money wordt gedaan door Paul Carrack.

Vinyl uitgaves in Nederland:

7″ single: Sunset Strip / Money: Catalogusnummer 016 20 2043 7 (EMI)
12″ single: Sunset Strip / Money / Get Back to Radio: Catalogusnummer K 060 20 2044 6 (Harvest)

Terug te vinden op:

Radio K.A.O.S.
Sunset Strip (7″ single, 1987)
Sunset Strip (12″ single, 1987)

Songtekst:

(The Canyon – daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David’s
Great Dane.)

Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink
snapper and your Pacific coastal trench
housemonster fish.
Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David’s juke joint of joy
reports, forty under the console giggle stick ling
cod, twenty-three purple perches four sledge-
hammerhead sharks, and what a surprise,
eightyfour crabs, and no red snapper.
Paraquat Kelly: Hey and that’ll do for the triumphant
return of the fish report with a beat.
Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of
the country it’s Sunset Strip. You’re listening to
KAOS in Los Angeles.

I like staying with my Uncle Dave
and I like playing with his great dane
but I don’t fit
I feel alien and strange. Kinda outa range

I like riding in my Uncle’s car
Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade
And movie stars and paparazzi play
The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There’s a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home

Billy is searching for his native land
Flicking through the stations with the dial in his head
Picking up – – – – – – – – and
a male voice choir on the short wave band

Billy taps out Jim’s number on the phone
Sits shaking as he waits for Jim’s answering tone
Come on my friend, speak to me please
The land of my fathers is calling to me
And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There’s a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again
Ooh, ooh, Billy come home
Come on home

He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea
Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green
He hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home
Billy, Billy, come home
Come on home

Californian Weirdo: I don’t like fish, marine fish
Jim: You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles.
Californian Weirdo: I don’t like fish.
Jim: Yes, we’ve established that. Ah! Do you have a
request?
Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp
and crab and lobster, flounder,
I hate fish, but I think most of all I hate
fresh fish, like trout. I hate fresh trout.
My least-hated, favourite fish would be sole.
That way you don’t have to see the eyes.
Sole has no eyes.
Jim: Oh no!
I’d like to be home with my monkey and my dog.
Jim: Thank you.
I’d like to be home with my monkey and my dog.
I’d like to be home with my monkey and dog.
I’d like to be home with my monkey…
Jim: They don’t care. Shut up. Play the record.