[NS]A kid takin’ in the weather
in Hong Kong, where he’s camping.
He and Sino’s twined together?
He spilled some nasty beans alright.
To Moscow bound
to avoid facing all the music,
or stuck on the ground?

He’s ranting, Jay Carney, that Russkies say “Nyet!”
But there’s no doubt: E-E-E-Eddie ain’t on jet,
at least one bound where the sun is full.
Lately Eddie isn’t seen.
Maybe disguised as coot or bathing beaut?
Ain’t making the aeronautical scene:
E-E-E-Eddie ain’t on jet.

Stays hid—we ain’t seen his face panned.
Where is he hiding,
with Elvis down in Graceland?
Talking heads jive, but they get everything wrong.
That flight to Havana: an empty seat;
press just takes pix, rides along.

The ranting, the blarney. . .a man they can’t get,
a dragnet rout: E-E-E-Eddie ain’t on jet.
It seems the scouting is blunderful;
Eddie ain’t making the scene.
He’s an eccentric dude, but altitude
attained from Moscow’s airport isn’t seen.
E-E-E-Eddie ain’t on jet.

Ed’s seat’s empty. Eddie, Ecuy?