Keep the Maca-doody out of here!
I'm a Vorlon who's alone
Encounter suit made of chrome
Lookin' like a walking juke box
With markings that resemble of chicken pox
Looking at the others I have a terrible fright
I realize my plight
All alone in outer space
Too many bums Down Below
Many people in the Zocalo
Londo doing his drinkin'
G'Kar with his preaching
Every single day, I have only one thing to wear.
And I'm scared
About my wardrobe
"Impudent" said I, you are all schmos!!!
This station really blows
A Minbari poisoned me
However, Lyta really digs me
My words have no meaning whatsoever
People say,
I should run for office
And the beings looked up in awe
To the light being that they saw
The Drazi saw their Droshalla
Their religion is crapolla
And when I saved Sheridan, I took a very big dare.
No one cares.
Just a Vorlon, in outer space.
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