Fifty Ways to Kill an Ensign (music stolen from Paul Simon)
Filk lyrics by Joel Polevin...thanks Joel!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
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