Parody of “Bird of Gold”, words and music by
Heather Rose Jones
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Parody lyrics ©9/30/1990 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
Parody of “Bird of Gold”, words and music by Heather Rose Jones
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Copyright © 1990 by Bob Kanefsky (Firebird Arts and Music Inc.)
Star Trek: The Same Old Plots.
|no man s||F|
|knows there s||F|
|nger lurks, he claims the||Am|
|tain s perk s|
|, for it seems he s berserk.|
|of gold; we do as||Am|
|Real men know||Dm|
To hold off our foes, we are doled out some clothes
That are sold dyed the color of gore.
Uhura s glance shows just how surely she knows
That Security s chances are poor.
Sentries with tricorders sent down by transporter;
Gently escorted and led through the door.
Men dressed in red and gold fend off a mutant mold
Bent more on clinging to red than to gold.
We re doled out some clothes, but cold my heart grows:
This mold thing has eye-stalks galore.
Checkov s gun glows as it wrecks the thing s nose,
But a second glance shows it has four.
I feel death beckon near. Fighting off sweating fear,
I try to fry the foe s final front ear.
Life is a tale, I m told, by the Great Bird of old,
Writing precarious plights to unfold.
Cold my heart grows as bold the ship goes.
I m rolled through the Sick Bay room door.
Bones s scan shows what his own instinct knows,
But they ll only ask StarFleet for more.