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 break new ground Deep hidden in sacks of grain They never have time to dig up the beds Back with the guns again
Helicopter spies, they make me cry Helicopter spies, they make me cry
You're always cutting through 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 to 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 Helicopter spies, they make me cry
Helicopter spies always rush around Their jackets often fall off They never have time to put them back on again They're always tough enough
Helicopter spies, they make me cry Helicopter spies, they make me cry Helicopter spies, they make me cry