We don't talk about E-Drones, no, no, no!
We don't talk about E-drones... but
It was my Wrestling day
It was our Wrestling day
We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky
No clouds allowed in the sky
E-drone walks in with a mischievous grin-
WCW Thunder!!
You telling this story, or am I?
I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
E-drone says, "It looks like shit"
Why did he tell us?
In doing so, he floods my brain
Kenny, get the umbrellas
Wrested in a hurricane
What a joyous day... but anyway
We don't talk about E-drones, no, no, no!
We don't talk about E-drones!
Hey! Grew to live in fear of E-Drones stuttering or stumbling
I could always hear them sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch
It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling
Always left Kenny and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame
Ugly Ring-Rats along their back
When they call your name
It all fades to black
Yeah, they see your dreams
And feasts on your happiness (hey!)
We don't talk about E-drones, no, no, no! (We don't talk about E-drones, no, no, no!)
We don't talk about E-drones (we don't talk about Bruno!)
They told me that Brodie would die
The next day: dead! (No, no!)
They told me I'd grow a shit taste and watch Mania!
And just like they said... (no, no!)
They said that all my testosterone would disappear, now look at my lack of dickhead! (no, no! Hey!)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!