You'll have seen him here and you'll have seen him there
He kicked the rival, they've seen him everywhere
He need to please, he need to sweet
Some blissless kiss, now where's your cheat?
He drags his needy bird up and down the stairs
For the sissy's a bully and his robe's the air
He takes his obsolescences and wretched little past
That's his puny reminiscences and runs him up the mast
The Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
he's all,
he's all along
A moaning and a groaning in his busted baritone
He done closed more lockers than David Jones
The Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong
A silly,
sticky fate the tune carries to his
Desperate thrones and powers of vinegar and
piss
Flew too close to the sun like an Icarus
Now I'd so sad if ignorance is best
Now a grey-bearded loon from Mordantown
She's a red rag,
a yellow flag,
a black shirt and brown
All gone,
no glory,
all crossed,
no crown Still the Marlboro Whales help to rab us down
The Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
he's all,
he's all along
A moaning and a groaning in his busted baritone
Done closed more lockers than David Jones
The Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong
High up on his cailloux, a-leading the swarm
Roading on the whirlwind, directing the storm
He's jumping at the shadows when the curtains pop
And sure that he can use on the grips his feeble heart
He sang his super songs of righteousness,
his queen cares
Swung the bones in the closet with the number gare
He amped on Illumia,
with so many tears shed over
answered prayers
The Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
he's all,
he's all along
A moaning and a groaning in his busted
baritone Done closed more lockers than
David Jones
The Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong
Spent a good time dealing with the sovereign Maldinksay
Swooning and a-cooning and communing with the Minksay
As Puma saw Tron
Pussy got more pussy than Frank Sinatra
The Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
he's all,
he's all along
A moaning and a groaning in his busted
baritone Done closed more lockers than
David Jones
The Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
the Drong,
he's all,
he's all along
A moaning and a groaning in his busted baritone
Done closed more lockers than
David Jones
It's the drown explosives!
It's the drone, the drone, the drone.
It's the drone, the drone, the drone.