Captain’s log And we’re all out of beer And we drank the last Tranya About a light year from here Now the crew’s gettin’ restless And my throat’s getting dry If we don’t re-supply Said we’re all gonna die
Captain’s log And I’m getting the shakes ‘Cause there’s no liquor stores out here In the middle of space Now the crew’s getting angry Especially Spock Vulcans get kind of ugly When they go through detox
Ain’t got time now to be discreet Disobeying orders from star fleet Set a course now and don’t divert And bring this f***** to – red alert
Captain’s log Just scored some ale It’s new and it’s blue baby And we got it on sale Now we can boldly go where we want in the final frontier Not to search for life But to search for beer
Don’t wanna sing now or play guitar I wanna get drunk in a seedy bar Get in a fight and kill a red shirt And bring this f***** to – red alert