Send in the Drones
Isn't it rich? Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air
Where are the Drones?
Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move
Where are the drones? There ought to be drones
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines, no one is there
Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry, my dear
But where are the drones, send in the drones
Don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the drones? There ought to be drones
Well, maybe they're here.