Well I’m getting older, I’m not getting bolder I’ve been in this band for a while Wrote so many lyrics and been so satiric Has it all been worthwhile?
And as I type “engage” on another page I question if I could have been wrong But then I rhyme “boldly go” with “green-skinned h* ” And I sing yet another song about Star Trek
I’m the gyrating girl in this Star Trek world Strutting my stuff on the stage I’m wearing this vinyl with so much style Who wouldn’t want to engage?
But why, oh why, did I decide This band is where I belong? But then I start to grind on the captain’s behind And I sing yet another song about Star Trek
I’m strumming a six-string and playing with my thing Sometimes I ask myself why All my guitar tricks, cool riffs and hot licks Are for songs that make my mom cry
And as I strike a chord and blaspheme the Lord I question if I could have been wrong And then I rhyme “Takei” with “flaming gay” And I sing yet another song about Star Trek
And as we start to Pon Farr in this seedy bar We question if we could’ve been wrong But then we rock hard and long and you all sing along As we sing yet another song about Star Trek