That There's Cobra Country! (Lyrics)

Does it really matter to you? I know it matters to me We put out a transponder and upon the world we wander Everyone is consorted but me Is there nothing left to learn? Is there nothing left to reach? The transponder's broken, reception forsaken And everyone is consorted but me A little beep, the transponder leaks but everyone is afraid to speak But everyone's is consorted but me Now are you disordered by me?