There was this guy His name was Jim You can call him Kirk Or the Captain He had a tan And lots of women Every episode He got to blow his l***
He worked with Spock He was a rock No emotion Nothing could rattle him His blood was green And Pon Farr could make him scream And lose control Though that’s illogical
Each week they’d all warp through space Fight an alien race And the Vulcan would pinch a neck
If you want to learn more Go to the video store Or just listen to this Song for people who never watch Star Trek
Then there was Bones Dr. McCoy Worked with Nurse Chapel And removed the red shirt shrapnel
Chased the miniskirts Screaming, “Dammit, Kirk!” Wait that wasn’t him He was screaming, “Dammit Jim!”
Each week on the Enterprise All the red shirts would die But no one noticed or got upset
And the next generation Will watch in syndication Or just listen to this Song for people who never watch Star Trek
And for three seasons You know what they’d do They’d boldly go With the rest of their crew
Like Scotty He was a Scot And Chekov He screamed a lot And Uhura And Sulu But let’s face it After Kirk, Spock and McCoy Who gives a f*** about the rest of the crew?