Written by Robert Sommers   

Send in the drones (with apologies to Stephen Sondheim)

Isn't it rich?
look up in the air?
that surveillance airplane,
can fly anywhere.
Send in the drones.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
A predator aircraft,
tracks every move.
Where are the drones?
Send in the drones.

What a surprise.
Who could foresee
A teflon coated missile
pointed right square at me?
What a surprise.
What a cliché.
We quietly watched as they stole
our rights away.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
That our liberal old president
has left us all here.
And where are the drones?
Quick, send in the drones.
Don't bother - they're here.