willcox/sidelnyc)



Jazz jazz singers in the trees now,

Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks

Remote in the key of green

Perched high in the citadel

Scaping scaping the land

Claiming claiming the world

Throwing scoring ripples across the sky

Here I am

Find me

Here I am

Where's the scalpel

O.K., O.K.

I think I think

We've successfully removed the tumour

Well, what does the astrologer say today ronny

Voices voices in the brilliant dawn

Rejuvenate rejuvenate the archer,

The moment's aim is in his hands

The sorceror

Spewing spewing over the brim of the world

You pay your debts to the reaper

O.K. H.Q. We're over the designated target

We await your instructions

Hi there, your cheque's in the post

O.K. boys, we've got the go-ahead

Open bomb bays

Nancy, I swear I can hear jazz singers in the trees

Jazz jazz singers in the trees

Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks