(willcox/sidelnyc)  Jazz jazz singers in the trees now,  Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks  Remote in the key of green  Perched high in the citadel  Scaping scaping the land  Claiming claiming the world  Throwing scoring ripples across the sky  Here I am  Find me  Here I am  Where's the scalpel  O.K., O.K.  I think I think  We've successfully removed the tumour  Well, what does the astrologer say today ronny  Voices voices in the brilliant dawn  Rejuvenate rejuvenate the archer,  The moment's aim is in his hands  The sorceror  Spewing spewing over the brim of the world  You pay your debts to the reaper  O.K. H.Q. We're over the designated target  We await your instructions  Hi there, your cheque's in the post  O.K. boys, we've got the go-ahead  Open bomb bays  Nancy, I swear I can hear jazz singers in the trees  Jazz jazz singers in the trees  Shiny projectiles with bee-bop beaks