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Be Good to Your Sith
Sung to the tune of “Be Good to Yourself” (copyright © 1986 by Journey).
Runnin’ out of admirals,
Gettin’ close to those scum rebels,
Up against an explosive situation.
Saber to saber, hack and slash,
If he gets hit he’ll turn to ash,
You’d better give that boy a long vacation.
Chorus:
Be good to your Sith when,
Nobody else will,
Oh be good to your Sith.
He’s tryin’ to pull one,
On every citizen,
Oh be good to your Sith.
When your Sith can’t take no more,
He’s lying disarmed on the floor,
Ask him if he wants some takeout pizza.
Lookin’ back with no regrets,
Hey, he made some real good threats,
And he’s got a smile like Mona Lisa.
Chorus
Hyperdrive
Sung to the tune of “Apologize” (copyright © 2007 by One Republic).
We took off from the flight deck, hovered ten feet off the ground,
And we made it through the doors, now to Cloud City we’re bound.
And I will not kill this Wookie, if he stops that awful sound, but wait,
We can’t flee from the Empire, ‘cause they’ve stopped and turned around, you
know,
It’s too late for hyperdrive. It’s too late.
I said, it’s too late for hyperdrive. It’s too late.
Well, we’ve still got a small chance, if we hide inside that rock,
But I think there’s something here, man it gave me quite a shock, yeah.
That dang thing’s gonna eat us, if we don’t turn and run away,
And I think we’re gonna make it, but you know that I’m afraid, that
It’s too late for hyperdrive. It’s too late.
I said, it’s too late for hyperdrive. It’s too late.
It’s too late for hyperdrive. It’s too late.
I said, it’s too late for hyperdrive. It’s too late.
I said, it’s too late for hyperdrive. It’s too late.
I said, it’s too late for hyperdrive. It’s too late.
So let’s take off from the flight deck, hover ten feet off the ground…
Cloning Time
Sung to the tune of “Closing Time” (copyright © 1998 by Semisonic).
Cloning time. Open all the doors and let you out into the world.
Cloning time. Turn the lights up and help me get these new troops uncurled.
Cloning time. One last chance to assemble forces that can strike and
disappear.
Cloning time. You don’t have to join up but you can’t stay here.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
Make me clones.
Cloning time. Time for you to go out to the places you’ll do what I say.
Cloning time. Time for you all of you to be men and join in the fray.
So gather up your armor, and move it to the exits.
I hope you have found your sergeant.
Cloning time. Every new government comes from some other government’s end.
Yeah, I know who to ask to make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
Make me clones.
Cloning time. Time for you to go out to the places you’ll do what I say.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
Make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
I know who to ask to make me clones.
Make me clones.
Cloning time. Every new government comes from some other government’s end.
Light Saber
Sung to the tune of “Life Saver” (copyright © 1974 by Chicago).
Just when I found myself
Back against the wall
You saved my life
In a big Jedi brawl.
Far away in space,
I saw your grace,
I never thought I’d ever see,
The way you severed limbs for me.
Light saber (light saber).
Light saber (light saber).
Light saber (light saber).
Hey, light saber (light saber).
Fight on.
You’re a light saber, honey.
I’m a lot braver, too.
You’re a light saber, baby.
Do anything with you.
(Repeat the above 4 lines until the music stops.)