You know NC, I just read your hacksaw job on Wy's lyric; now the BEST shot you got here is on confusion over Dr Pantridge.

First off, I state CLEARLY that I'm surrounded by THREE men on the tarmac!

Secondly, the tag, the very LAST words sung are....

"My Irish friend out in the great somewhere
Thanks for delaying my meeting with you there"
Is that a bit over your head, there, Nasville? Makes it tough to be a respected critter if you not incisive enough to discern the good doctor is dead.
Maybe I should explain, you see, the "great somewhere" has to do with the hereafter....life beyond death. He's there, but he delayed my meeting with him, thanks to his invention. Capish?
ben