Completely unknown
Just crewman number six, I
Could be a drone
'cause I'm just here so someone dies
I'm dressed all in red
So soon, I'll be dead
And nobody knows who I am
And nobody gives a damn about me

'cause I'm just a Star Trek Red Shirt, baby
Yeah, I'm just a Star Trek Red Shirt, baby
I'm gonna die, that ain't no maybe
I'm doomed

Ooooh ooh ooh ooooh ooh oooh

It's time to beam down
It's too late for me to quit
We're looking around
Now Spock's taking readings and it
Doesn't look good
And so maybe I should
Be finding a place I can hide
Or asking if I could be reassigned

'cause I'm just a Star Trek Red Shirt, baby
Yeah, I'm just a Star Trek Red Shirt, baby
Dead before first commercial, maybe
I'm doomed

Ooooh ooh ooh ooooh ooh oooh

Oh yeah, Red Shirt
I'm not beaming back up in one piece
Oh yeah, Red Shirt
I'm not beaming back up in one piece

The story unfolds
The alien creature's found me
Lo and behold
It's looking rather hungry
Thinks I'm a steak
My lip starts to shake
It doesn't care who I am
And still no one gives a damn about...

I've got a feeling this creature's gonna slay me
Dead before first commercial, maybe
I'm just a Star Trek Red Shirt, baby
I'm screwed

Ooooh ooh ooh ooooh ooh oooh

Oh yeah, Red Shirt
I'm not beaming back up in one piece
Oh yeah, Red Shirt
I'm not beaming back up in one piece