The drones they fly © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "THESE HILLS HAVE EYES" BY: THE MORNING AFTER BONUS QUOTE: "Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is your list with names of naughty girls." UNKNOWN		This is my Christmas parody song for 2014 (sorry for missing out on Halloween this year). I'm going a bit postal here on the next big thing (as it seems); having stuff delivered to your house by drone - as already experimented with by Amazon, Dominos and of course Google. God only knows what this phenomenon will mean to common Christmas shopping habits, sock manufacturers, the reindeers and the eggnogging elves. On my caboose, on the net I find the deals I shop around, I take the flying bill If shipped by drone, if sent a-flying to my home Wallet's out, into mo' debt I'm thrown And I order thai, clothes and mailorder by sky But the more I buy from over the border The FDA's in nervous disorder I shop from home, call drones up on a spree Packets for delivery, firms drop on top of me I sit at home, them drones are worker bees They're filling up the sky for a small fee (The mailman's hating me) I wanna buy everything that looks a deal I make a carbon sasquatch footprint, a gargaaaantuan one When says "we'll fly it" I always just click "buy it" I can't pay up, my commonsense's been floored and it's out I shop online, a drone world addressee Pizza for delivery, with everything - oh gee! I bought a farm, had piggies flown to me They fertilized the neighbourhood for free (The neighbours all hate me) (BUZZING DRONES AND GUITAR SOLO) I shop, they drop, but boost economy Russian bride deliveries have ten Viagras free I sit at home, as lazy as can be I'm googling for a drone that can wipe me As we embrace this new technology Santa's going obsolete, by TSA decree Poor Donner's gone and Vixen's ground to beef (We socked 'em you and me) This Yule will be the last one Rudolph sees (The drones are coming) (They are coming) (Soon they'll come for thee!) © Peter Andersson 2014
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