Better take cover:
Can't hide your misfortunes forever.
If I were you, I'd start packing my bags.
So that when at last the story breaks
Of Mister Franken's lies,
There's no one home at Air America.

Some people said from the start the idea was stupid;
Turns out it's a Drobny scheme anyhow.
It's no surprise that your ratings are sagging now;
No one's home at Air America.

Your shows are a bust;
In your heads, empty spaces.
It's not just 'cause of the scandal your station will die:
Right now you're all in the red by some millions of dollars!

When you are out of cash,
Franken, you'll have to find real work.
Who would trust you to be a janitor?
You ran up debts to Gloria.
Now they're yours to redeem
As the doors close over your empty dream.

Some thieving rats have fled;
Soon, the rest will be leaving.
Last one out, make sure that you have locked the door!
Sheldon Drobny has already flown by night.
There's no one home at Air America!
No one's home at Air America!
No one's home at Air America!