Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the drones.
Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move.
Where are the drones?
Send in the drones.
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the drones - send in the drones
Don't bother they're here
Roflmao that’s rich