Star Trek Song Parodies
Copyright (c) 1994, by Ken Kaufman. Permission granted to transmit this throughout the Internet or print and distribute this non-commercially, provided that this message remains intact. Other rights reserved and lefts reversed.
Warning: The following music parody contains massive spoilers to the episode "All Good Things." My recommendation is that this is one episode you should see unspoiled, even if you usually don't mind spoilers.
A long, long time ago, I can still remember How adventure used to make me smile. And I knew if I had a ship, I could take some fateful trips, And boldly visit new worlds in fine style, But a thing called Q got in the way, Walls everywhere gave us delay, At Farpoint we were winning, Seven-year voyage beginning. I can't remember if I cried When I learned my synapses would be fried, But my involvement was not denied The day the Terrans died. So, Bye bye, there is no second try, Drove my starship to the time rift but the shockwave flew by, Our old pal Q was putting humans on trial Singing, "This will be the day that you die, This will be the day that you die." Did you tie up all your grapevines? Did you see gray beards, facial lines On the crew you flew with years ago? Now do you believe in Fleet orders Despite temptation across borders? To start a war now or then's a big no-no! And I know that you're in love with Bev, Despite divorce, your engines rev. You both tried oh so hard, To be Captain Picard. I had a brand new ship and a tight red shirt, Didn't want my new crew's feelings hurt, But I had to call that red alert The day the Terrans died. I started singing: Bye bye, there is no second try, Drove my starship to the time rift but the shockwave flew by, Our old pal Q was putting humans on trial Singing, "This will be the day that you die, This will be the day that you die." Now for five years Tasha's been twice dead, O'Brien's doing tech instead, But that's not how it used to be. When LaForge saw me with his own eyes, His belly had some added size, And he'd finally made Dr. Brahms a mom of three. Oh but while Picard looked so sublime, He shifted to another time. The crew was fresh and green, No new-improved machines! And while Romulans on the border massed, The captain came back from the past, And we watched the strange and shrinking blast The day the Terrans died. We were singing: Bye bye, there is no second try, Drove my starship to the time rift but the shockwave flew by, Our old pal Q was putting humans on trial Singing, "This will be the day that you die, This will be the day that you die." Kitty, Kitty in Cambridge City, The android Data's sitting pretty, To the Neutral Zone at Warp thirteeeeeeeen ... The Pasteur was on no milk run, In dangerous space and with few guns, With the Admiral in his cloaked, refit machine. Now the old French air was sweet brimstone, As life on Earth was still unknown, The peptides tried to dance, Whoa, but they never got the chance! For the anti-time devolved the soup, Humanity thrown out of the loop, Do you recall what was the scoop, The day the Terrans died? We started singing: Bye bye, there is no second try, Drove my starship to the time rift but the shockwave flew by, Our old pal Q was putting humans on trial Singing, "This will be the day that you die, This will be the day that you die." And there we were all in one place, An anomaly in time and space, With Enterprises then and now, So come on, Jean-Luc Picard, take a stab, Anti-time must flow sdrawkcab, This thing must be sealed off and you know how. And as I watched him in the court, With our race making fun and sport, No answer yes or no, Would tell me where to go. And as the starships flew into the night To set whatever was wrong right, I saw Q there laughing with delight, The day the Terrans died. He was singing: Bye bye, there is no second try, Drove my starship to the time rift but the shockwave flew by, Our old pal Q was putting humans on trial Singing, "This will be the day that you die, This will be the day that you die." I met a girl who played some cards And I told her I was Jean-Luc Picard, And she just smiled and let me play. I went down to the corridor Where I'd asked the time so long before, But the couple there told me it was today. And on the ship the children screamed, The bridge crew worked and the away-teams beamed, But no alerts were spoken ... The subspace wasn't broken. And the three folks that I'd always liked: The Klingon, Troi, and William Rike' They told their bad feelings to take a hike The day the Terrans died. And they were singing: Bye bye, there is no second try, Drove my starship to the time rift but the shockwave flew by, Our old pal Q was putting humans on trial Singing, "This will be the day that you die, This will be the day that you die." They were singing: Bye bye, there is no second try, Drove my starship to the time rift but the shockwave flew by, Our old pal Q was putting humans on trial Singing, "This will never end; I'll drop by!"
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, A tale of a maiden trip, That started from this deep space port, Aboard this Starfleet ship. The mate was a mighty dorky guy, The skipper, bald and bold, The ship was ordered to Farpoint, For a two-part episode, a two-part episode. The ship got captured by the Q, The awful script was rough, If not for the fervor of the fearless fans, We would have turned it off, we would have turned it off. Now, the ship is boldly going Where no one has gone before, With Jean-Luc Picard, and Riker too, The red-head Doc, and her son, The Betazoid, An android and a Klingon man, Here on the Enterprise!
Jean Luc, Geordi's Specs, Mysteries on the Holodecks Asteroids, Triple Droids, Telepathic Betazoids Transporter Deadly Claw Visitor from L.A. Law Photons, No Kirk, Captain who has gone berzerk Shuttlecraft, Counselor Troi, Doctor Crusher's little boy Klingon Rites, Parasites, New Heights, Phaser Fights, Data's Head, Tasha's Dead, Riker's Hangin' by a thread Celebration, Transformation, Everyone to battle stations We didn't start the series, It's the Next Generation on your favorite station We didn't start the series, But when we are gone it will still be on and on and on... We didn't start the series...
The problem is something 'bout your clothes, she said to me The red shirt and the stripeless sleeves yell, "I'm Security!" And when you get down planet-side with Kirk, you'll get to see There must be fifty ways to kill an ensign He takes a landing party down to find what's going on A couple of the bridge crew, and some extras come along And then before you know it - the `expendables' are gone There must be fifty ways to kill an ensign Fifty ways to kill an ensign Just step on a rock, Jock Get thorns from some plants, Lance A Horta can spray, Ray Just listen to me Clouds drink up your blood, Bud Computers can kill, Bill You could lose all your salt, Walt Kirk gets away free... She said it grieves me so to see you with such nerves Not ev'ryone who goes with Kirk will suffer from this curse But then of course, you must recall - they sometimes suffer worse There must be fifty ways to kill an ensign Just tell him, "I'm not stupid and I'm not expendable I'm not going!" Tell him that he's a Denebian slime devil And he's overbearing, swaggering, and dictatorial He'll find a new way to kill an ensign Fifty-one ways to kill an ensign
There's something wrong in the universe today.
We know what it is.
That human ship Enterprise
We have seen them once or twice,
We know they're not yet ours.
We're what they would call "surprised"
Living in the Borg.
Living in the Borg.
Living in the Borg.
Living in the Borg.
There's something wrong in the universe today.
It's ugly, and has too much hair.
and it calls itself "Me"
If you can name the species,
by the colors of their skin,
then 2 of 6, you're a better Borg than We
Living in the Borg.
We will stop their futile stalling.
Living in the Borg.
We will stop them real soon.
Living in the Borg.
We will stop their futile stalling.
Living in the Borg.
Tell us, do you think they should be assimilated,
aggravated then frustrated
They're getting to us.
If the Federation says the Borg are coming,
Even if they weren't, wouldn't they come crawlin'
back again?
I bet they would
("our friends")
again and again and again and again.
There's something wrong in the universe today.
And the Borg knows it's wrong.
But we can't do anything about it.
But we know they're just hanging on.
(clock ticks)
(Phaser fire)
(explosion)
Living in the Borg.
Living in the Borg.
Living in the Borg.
Living in the Borg.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Living in the Borg.
We will stop their futile stalling.
We will stop them real soon.
Living in the Borg.
We will stop their futile stalling.
Living in the Borg.
They will be one of us.
They will be one of us.
Living with the Borg.
We will stop their futile stalling.
We will stop them real soon.
Living in the Borg.
We will stop their futile stalling.
Living in the Borg.
There's something wrong with the core today, but I know what it is. A punctured reactor coil. We'd better get our sorry, little rear ends outta here! It looks like it'll blow! You could call us dead! You could call us dead! You could call us dead! You could call us dead! Well, captain, I've got news to give, We'll soon be blowing up. Our engines are going to explode! If you could get us outta here, with out warp factor at all, then captain, your a better man than I! (Ungh) You could call us dead! (Antimatter streams are flowin') You could call us dead! (Can't do anything at all) You could call us dead! (Antimatter streams are flowin') You could call us dead! Our warp drive is heating hotter, Leaking matter and antimatter, We're in trouble you see. Tell me do ya think we could do seperation, making tracks without cremation, it's better you see. Well something's wrong with the core today, And it's been crankin' on for weeks! You shoulda turned it off, now were going to pop! Well, now you'd better get us outta here! (boom) (Boom) (BOom) (BOOm) (BOOM) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! You could call us dead! (Antimatter streams are flowin') You could call us dead! (Can't do anything at all) You could call us dead! (Antimatter streams are flowin') You could call us dead! You could call us dead! (Can't do anything,can't do anything) You could call us dead! (Can't do anything,can't do anything) You could call us dead! (Can't do anything at alllllllll) You could call us dead, whoah, whoah!! Yeah yea yea! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yea yea yea yea yea.........
Friday night was a poker party Saturday I had no worries Sunday came and holodecked again I was only Number One Not commanding anyone On Raisa, enjoyed the weekend with a game A ship stranded in the neutral zone I talked Worf into going alone Even told you, Jean-Luc Picard I'd refrain And I said, The Enterprise Was to be my home for life A point you said I had proved all too plain You may be right I may be lazy But I just may be the Number One you're looking for Turned down the Dreadnought Don't try to persuade me Said all along, that I won't go, so it's all for naught Remember how you found me there One step from the captain's chair You told me thirty ships needed my style Wasn't looking for command I said take me as I am I might offset your baldness with my smile Now think of all the years you tried to Find captains for the Yamato I might be as lazy as you say If I'm lazy then I know I don't want to leave this show And you wouldn't want me unless I stayed You may be right I may be lazy But I just may be the Number One you're looking for Too late to fight Too late to exchange me Said all along, that I won't go, so you may be right You may be right I may be lazy But I just may be the Number One you're looking for Explode the ship Won't even cave me Said all along, that I won't go, so you may be right You may be wrong but you may be right You may be wrong but you may be right You may be wrong but you may be right You may be wrong but you may be right
Who's just become the Enterprise helmsman Despite the fact that Picard hates kids? Who's here to dazzle us with his genius Everyone knows it's Wesley! Who makes us groan when he's on camera Making us think of "Barney in Space"? Who should be bound and gagged in a corner? Everyone knows it's Wesley. And Wesley gets on the nerves Of the captain that he serves We all agree he deserves An ugly fate (an ugly fate) We just can't wait (we just can't wait) We know that he's smart, it's true But we just wish to God, that Q Would save the day (would save the day) Take Wes away (take Wes away) Who knows the meaning of nepotism Who can kiss butt with the very best? Who needs a date with some Cardassians? Everyone shout out--Wesley!
Well, you were Jean-Luc Picard on a Borg machine Shed your fine sharp Enterprise clothes You had a damn pair of tongs for a hand and a tube up your nose Ooooh, when you wake up in the morning With your head of wires And your lens too bloody to see Go on and try getting Geordi But don't take captain from me You had to be a Borg part, didn't ya You had to Borgify your mouth You had to be a Borg part, didn't ya All your friends go so shot down You had to have the last world, that's nice Blow the Enterprise about You had to have the white hot spotlight You had to be a Borg part, last night Well, they were all impressed with you, Locutus And the people that they took of Guinan's And the stories of Q's being a pest Kept 'em so entertained Ahhhh, but now you just don't remember all the assimilating And you're not sure that you want to know I'll tell you one thing, baldy You sure did piss off Sisko Yes, yes, you had to be a Borg part, didn't ya You had to merge into a crowd You had to be a Borg part, didn't ya All your friends are so shocked now You had to have the last world, that's nice You're no more fun to be around You had to be the brunt age, cold type You had to be a Borg part, last night Well, it's no big sin to pick your new best friends If you know when to send in a clone But you went over the line You shouldn't have led that cube to our home No, no, no,no, no, no you had to be a Borg part, didn't ya You had to Borgify your mouth You had to be a Borg part, didn't ya All your friends are so shocked now You had to have the last world, last night No more fun to be around You had to have the white hot spotlight You had to be a Borg part, last night
It's Nine O'clock on the Enterprise The Ten Forward crowd shuffles in There's a bald man sitting next to me Tugging hard on his tunic and pin He says, 'Number One, can you play me a memory' I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete 'Fore the Borg put things up my nose Play us a song, You're the Number One Play us a song, very sharp We're all on the ship for an eternity And you got us reeling at warp Now Worf at the bar is a friend of mine He gives me chills with his grin He's quick with a choke and throws a few pokes But in fights, he'll never win He says, "Will, I believe this is killing me" as he smiled showing teeth of his race Well I'm sure I could be a movie star If I had another man's face Play us a song, You're the Number One Play us a song, so sweet We're all in the mood for shore leave And you got us loving Starfleet Now Bev is a medical practitionist Who no longer is somebody's wife And she's talkin' with Geordi who's sittin' with Barclay And probably will be for life And Guinan is practicing counseling As Deanna becomes annoyed Yes, they're sharing a role they call counselor But it's better than being unemployed (INSTRUMENTAL) Play us a song, You're the Number One Play us a song, so clean We're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling serene It's a pretty good crowd for a stardate But Deanna motions to the door Cause she knows that it's me she's been wanting to see Where no man has gone before And my trombone sounds like a carnival And the microphone smells like a beer And they sit at the bar and they gaze at the stars And say, "Man, there's just no life out here" Oh La La La Dee Dee Dah
Data: Is everyone ready? Lets begin. (blows into a harmonica)
ALL: Is this the real life ?
Is this just fantasy ?
Caught in a wormhole...
no escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see...
Wesley: I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy.
ALL: Because I'm easy come, easy go.
Data & Wesley: Little High
LaForge & O'Brien: Little Low
Wesley: Any way the wind blows
ALL: Doesn't really matter to me.....
Wesley: To me....
(a holographic image of Riker starts playing the keyboard line)
Wesley: Mama,
Just killed a Rom.
Put a phaser to his head,
pushed the button, now he's dead.
Mama, life has just begun,
and now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama... oooohhhh,
didn't mean to make you die.
If I'm court-martialled here this time tomorrow,
carry on... carry on...
cuz it doesn't really matter.
Too late... my time has come.
Sent shivers down my spine,
cadets whining all the time.
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go.
Gotta leave you all behind or face Jean-Luc...
Mama..oooohhhhh
Other 3: Anyway the wind blows
Wesley: I don't wanna die!
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
(The other 3 hold up signs saying "So Do We!" as a holographic image of
Worf plays the guitar line)
Wesley: I see a little Telerite on the viewer.
Other 3: Scare Jean Luc, Scare Jean Luc,
will you do the Borg dance, though?
ALL: Phaserbolt and fighting, very very frightening, ME!
Data & Wesley: Galileo
O'Brien & LaForge: Galileo
Data & Wesley: Galileo
O'Brien & LaForge: Galileo
ALL: Galileo Shuttle, oh
Data & Wesley: Stargazer, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Wesley: I'm just a bright boy, everybody loves me.
Other 3: He's just a bright boy, from a bright family,
Spare us our lives from this monstrosity.
Wesley: Easy come, easy go, you can't make me go!
Other 3: This moron, GO!
We want this boy to go!
Data & LaForge: Make him go!
Other 3: This moron, we want this boy to go!
Data & LaForge: Make him go!
Other 3: Want this boy to go.
Data & LaForge: Make him go.
Other 3: Want this boy to go.
Wesley: Never
Other 3: Make him goooooooooooooooo.
ALL: Go go go go go go GO!
Wesley: Oh mamma mia, mamma mia.
Other 3: Mamma mia's dead, you know.
Other 3: Beverly C's got a devil for a son.
Wesley...Wesley...WesLEY!!!!!
Wesley: Nothing really matters, anyone can see.
Nothing really matters,
nothing really matters...
to... me.
ALL: Anywhere the wind blows....
(Data lightly bangs the gong.)
Data: Program off.