All of these years,
on a star ship
While down on the earth,
they didn't give a . . . . ,
about me.
All of these years,
that I saved their . . . ,
I guess that I should have,
let it pass,
you see.
But no no no,
not me, Captain Kirk.
It's so so so,
so they call me a jerk,
but they're free.
If I had it to do,
all over again,
I guess I would,
to the very end,
of the sea.
But I'd fry your . . . ,
with a phaser,
if you didn't,
give a . . . . ,
about me.
But no no no,
not me, Captain Kirk.
It's so so so,
so they call me a jerk,
but they're free.
But no no no,
not me, Captain Kirk.
It's so so so,
so they call me a jerk,
but they're free.
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