Gotta Make It So

I got a warp core head and a photon spread

I got a nitro burning prime directive

I got an alien race sitting on my ****

I got a mind like a Borg collective

I got a supersonic mouth and it's headed south

My technique will leave you reeling, oh

And when you're in my bed, like a Tholian Web

You'll never be a leaving, no

I gotta make it so

I got a space guitar. I'm a super star

A fuel injected suicide machine

I got a subspace smile and a James Kirk style

I got an ass like you never seen

I got an alien brew and a mutinous crew

I got a Tricorder filled with porn, you know

I got a phaser set on overload

I gotta die and be reborn. Let's go

Make make make make

I get down every single time I beam down

I won't burn out or fade away

Because I gotta say

I got the Jewels of Sound. I really get around

I got a Cochrane that's long and thick

I had a light saber but I threw it away

George Lucas can suck my ****

I know you think I'm done, but I've just begun

And I know just where I'm heading

Because I got a star ship and I'm taking a trip

And my warp goes to eleven