"Starfleet Man" (to the tune of "Piano Man") Copyright (c) 1991 by Stewart M. Wiener It's beta shift on the Enterprise, The regular crowd shuttles in. There's a Klingon sitting next to me, Eating /gagh/ with his prune juice and gin. He says, "Sir, with respect, stay away from me -- My brother and son share my shame. My revenge tasted sweet, but I'm still incomplete, While the Klingon homeworld has no name." Guinan at the bar is a friend of mine, She gives out advice like Troi, And she's there for a chat, in her big funky hat, But I'll stick with my Betazoid toy. She said, "Will, I believe this is killing me," As she drifted away from her post, "But I'm sure I that I could be a movie star, If they do a sequel to GHOST." CHORUS: Get me a drink, I'm a Starfleet man, Get me a drink tonight -- 'Cause I'm not in the mood for your synthohol, Ten-Forward is feeling alright. Now Geordi's a big party animal, Since he stopped having sex with his hand -- And he's talking with Data, who's still in a state o' Confusion on the measure of man. And the Captain is practicing politics, As the Romulans slip through the Zone, Yes, he's using a tool called diplomacy, And they don't know their cover is blown. CHORUS There's a pretty good crowd for the poker game, And Deanna's a card shark's delight, 'Cause she's sending me signs, while she's reading their minds, And we'll split up my winnings tonight. And Ten-Forward sounds like a carnival, While the crew laugh about my career, And my friends in the fleet say that I have cold feet And say, "Man, what's he STILL doing here?" CHORUS: Get me a drink, I'm a Starfleet man, Get me a drink tonight -- 'Cause I'm not in the mood for your synthohol, Ten-Forward is feeling alright.