MAMAS DON'T LET YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE KLINGONS
To The Tune Of "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys
Klingons ain't easy to love
and they're hard to hold
they'd rather give you a sword
than diamonds or gold
new battle armor, and bright new insignia
and each fight begins a new day
if you don't understand him and he don't die young, he'll probably just fly away
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Klingons
Don't let 'em pick fights and drive birds of prey
they live for honor and bat'l'eths and pain
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Klingons
cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone,
even with someone they love
Klingons like death in the evenings and clear napalm mornings
little dead tribbles, and black leather girls of the night
them that don't know him won' t like him
and them that do won't survive pissing him off
he ain't wrong, and don't say so
his pride won't let you do things that say he's not right
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Klingons
Don't let 'em pick fights and drive birds of prey
they live for honor and bat'l'eths and pain
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Klingons
cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone,
even with someone they love
repeat and fade out
Copyright Rachel Glass June 2001