Text: Voltaire. The USS Make Shit Up.

i was stranded- on a planet- just me and spock
we met a nasty, nazi alien who locked our asses up
we found a hunk of crystal and a metal piece of bed
we made a laser-phaser gun and shot him in the head

(bust a move tark)

i was standing- on the bridge, when sulu came to me
his eyes were full of tears, he said 'captain, can't you see?'
'the ship is gonna blow to something i beseech.'
i grabbed the tribble and some chewing gum
and stopped the warp core breach

and i say 'bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish.'
'that's the way we do things, lad, we're making shit up as we wish.'
the klingons and the romulans, pose no threat to us
cuz if we find we're in a bind, we just make some shit up

although he's just a child, and some think him a twit
wesley is the master when it comes to making up some shit
he's the guy you want with you when you go out in space
now if only he could beam those pimples off his face

and if you're at a party on the starship enterprize
and the karaoke player just plain old up and dies
set up a neutrino field inside a can of pees
hold on to geordie's visor and sing into data's knee

and i say 'bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish.'
'that's the way we do things, lad, we're making shit up as we wish.'
the klingons and the romulans, pose no threat to us
cuz if we find we're in a bind, we just make some shit up

sisko's on a mission to go no bloody place
he loiters on a space station above bajoran's face
a wormhole'd opened up and now they come from near and far
we'll keep the booze but please send back the fuckin' jem'hadar

what is with the klingons, remembering the day
they looked like puertorican's and they dressed in gold lame
now they look like heavy metal rockers from the dead
with leather pants and frizzy hair and lobsters on their heads

and i say 'bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish.'
'that's the way we do things, lad, we're making shit up as we wish.'
the klingons and the romulans, they pose no threat to us
cuz if we find we're in a bind, we just make some shit up

well i was stuck on voyager, pounding on the door
when suddenly it dawned on me, i've seen this show before
perhaps i'm in a warp bubble and slightly out of phase
cuz it was way back in the sixties when they called it 'lost in space'

we were looking for a way to make the ratings soar
so we orchestrated an encounter with the borg
normally you'd think that that would get us into shit
but this one has a smashing ass and a lovely set of tits

and i say 'bounce a graviton particle beam off the main deflector dish.'
'that's the way we do things, lad, we're making shit up as we wish.'
the klingons and the romulans, pose no threat to us
cuz if we find we're in a bind
we're totally screwed, but nevermind
we'll pull something out of our behind...
we just make some shit up