The Helicopter Spies

There aren't that many trees in Arabia

Think how many you've seen

I'd rather buy a moat than another lawn

Back with the guns again

Helicopter spies always rush around

Their jackets often fall off

They never have time to put them back on again

'Cause they're always tough enough

Helicopter spies, they make me cry

Helicopter spies, they make me cry

You're always cutting up the undergrowth

There's a passage inside the trees

If you find your way through the tailor's shop

You'll probably be asleep

I'd rather take a day off and find you alive

Than push through the coral alone

You think you'll find the lagoon again

But they often sink away

Helicopter spies, they make me cry

Helicopter spies, they make me cry

Helicopter spies, they make me cry

Stop it, stop