Disclaimer: Ok, so I don't own Stargate, and I don't own the lyrics to "Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys". I don't own nuthin. (sigh)
Rating: G
Description: A parody of "Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys" about SG officers. OK, it might not be hilarious, but read it anyway.
Author's Note: Haha... I finally get to write an SG fic... Even if it's a parody. Really, no offense to anyone who loves the real song, 'cause I love it too. God Bless Willie Nelson and rest the soul of Waylon Jennings for that. And please leave reviews!
Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to be SG officers
SG officers ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a gun and fight Ori and Goa'uld.
High-powered guns and blue Air Force uniforms,
Each fight begins a new day.
If you don't understand them, and they don't die fighting
They'll probably just fly away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be SG officers.
Don't let 'em fire guns or fly them old spaceships.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be SG officers.
Because they'll never stay still and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
SGs like clean briefing rooms and other planets' mornings,
Commanding and fighting and their guns bring delight.
Them that don't know them won't like them and them that do,
Still won't know the true about them.
They ain't wrong, they're just different but their regs won't let 'em
Do things to make you think they're right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be SG officers.
Don't let 'em fire guns or fly them old spaceships.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be SG officers.
Because they'll never stay still and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.