There's Predators that fly alone
Without an onboard guide
And satellites that cross the sky
Above the oceans wide.
There's Boeings full of trippers, too,
Their phonecams by their side,
And it seems to me we've reached the age
of Eyeballs in the Sky!

Yippeee kiyayyyy! Meee, oh, myyyyy!
High-tech eyeballs in the skyyyyy!!

No more Lothario goes out
Under cover of the night
For infrared from Google Earth
Brings every move to sight!
No more to lonely beaches trek
For bits of extra nookie.
The Internet will seek you out
And nail you with your cookie!

Yippeee kiyayyyy! Meee, oh, myyyyy!
High-tech eyeballs in the skyyyyy!!

The days of reckless speed are gone
To spycams up on poles,
Which photograph the license plates
And then round up the souls!
And those who pee on walls at night
When beer has made them high,
Will also soon become extinct
From Eyeballs in the Sky!

Yippeee kiyayyyy! Meee, oh, myyyyy!
High-tech eyeballs in the skyyyyy!!