I got a warp core head and a photon spread
I got a nitro burning prime directive
I got an alien race sitting on my ****
I got a mind like a Borg collective

I got a supersonic mouth and it's headed south
My technique will leave you reeling, oh
And when you're in my bed, like a Tholian Web
You'll never be a leaving, no

I gotta make it so

I got a s___e guitar. I'm a super star
A fuel injected suicide machine
I got a subspace smile and a James Kirk style
I got an a__ like you never seen

I got an alien brew and a mutinous crew
I got a Tricorder filled with porn, you know
I got a phaser set on overload
I gotta die and be reborn. Let's go

Make make make make

I get down every single time I beam down
I won't burn out or fade away
Because I gotta say

I got the Jewels of Sound. I really get around
I got a Cochrane that's long and thick
I had a light saber but I threw it away
George Lucas can suck my ****

I know you think I'm done, but I've just begun
And I know just where I'm heading
Because I got a star ship and I'm taking a trip
And my warp goes to eleven

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