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Predator drone

Well, I got me a popular science magazine

And was reading all about the latest popular machine

When I spotted an ad at the bottom of the page

For a do-it-yourself-kit popular rage: Predator Drone.

Do-it-yourself Predator Drone.

So I clipped out the coupon and mailed it in

And in a couple of weeks the doorbell rang

And a man was standing there: got a package for you.

So, I said, “Come on in.” And, he said, “OK.”

And waved to his buddies to give him a hand

And in came the boxes – a lot of boxes.

Then, he said, “Sign right here on the line”

And, I inspected the cargo and said, “It looks fine.”

And, was about to open the very first box – when all of a sudden

I heard a knock – someone was at the door.

So, I opened it up and much to my surprise,

A SWAT team burst in and said, “Hold everything right there.”

“You’re under arrest.”

“Trafficing in stolen munitions… …Weapons of Mass Destruction.”

“You got any WMDs, here?”

I said, “…look, you couldn’t find ‘em in Iraq, you ain't gonna find ‘em in my living room.”

He said, “They gotta be here, someplace…”

And, ‘ motioned to the team

And they began to tear the place apart

They ripped down the walls – all the insulation coming out

Turned over all the furniture and even drilled a hole in the refrigerator

(I kinda liked that refrigerator)

Well, they finally got down to the boxes on the floor

And, opening them up they said, “…now, here’s a real score.”

“You’re coming with us, if you get the gist –

‘Cause now you’re on the terrorist list!”

No fly zone. Can’t leave the country. Surrender your passport.


So, I started to tell ‘em about the classified ad,

And, how I got the Drone – the latest fad

But, they didn’t seem to care or take no mind

As they cuffed me up from behind

“You’re going Downtown. Don’t even THINK about it.”

So, they took me down to the Situation Room

And introduced me as the Man of Doom

Where for 48 hours they grilled me straight

And The Man in Charge determined my fate

I asked him for a drink of water

Seems like what they wanted to know

Was who was in it with me – or was I acting alone

Was there a whole group or just a few

And did they reside here – what were they planning to do?

So, I was just about to spill – I couldn’t lie

When I suddenly noticed from the corner of my eye

The very same popular science magazine

Sitting on the desk of the in front of me

So, I picked it up and turned to the page

And, pointed it out with controllable rage

That right there, on page 59, was the item in question

Well, at that moment, The Man in Charge

Taken aback and still living large

Said, he had bought the very same one

And was happy as hell with it

No problems.

Working effectively.

Good manufacturing.

So, he started to laugh and slapped my back

And told me a joke to “set me on track”

And, before too long we were arm-in-arm

Buddies. Laughin’. Talking about Korea.

Vietnam. Grenada.

Then he said to me, “You’re free to go.

Don’t worry about a thing – just so you know.

The next time that you order that thing

Be sure to just give us a ring – notify us of your intentions.

Long as we know ' your intentions.

I said, “No problem.”

Well, I left that place never lookin’ back

And went on home and started to pack

And set out in my SUV to parts unknown – just feelin’ free

With my Predator Drone.

Me, the SUV and the Predator Drone.

Out there somewhere, driving around…