"Ain't no use believin'
We're above smugglin' crimes."
Solo hears a course growl,
Replying to this line.
Four Imps out to starboard,
Flyin' as they cruise up -
Chewie takes a TIE out;
He knows his aim is sharp.

[Chorus #1]
Han won't be boarded;
He'll out-steer any fleet.
He an' Chewie soar past bl'ckades,
Keep their ship's hull
Nice n' neat.

Han, he owes a crime lord
Got a Tatooine domicile.
Jabba lets his thugs chase
Han Solo for a while.
Greedo keeps his pistol out
In Han's field of view.
Solo does his song-and-dance
And blasts a hole right through.

[Chorus #2]
Han won't be cornered
By a Rodian deadbeat.
Said "Greedo made a poor choice of aim,
Sprang his pistol
After me."

(Bass SOLO)

[Repeat Modified Chorus #2]
Han won't be cornered
By a Rodian deadbeat.
"Greedo made a poor choice of aim,
Sprang his pistol
After me."

Chewie is a Wookiee.
His fur is mostly brown.
Don't you make it prickle;
He could slam your body down!
Those two aren't conformers;
Han tries to avoid
'Perial and Rebel crowds,
But a Hutt keeps them employed.

[Repeat Modified Choruses]
Han's not a joiner.
Chewbacca can be sweet.
A princess and a farm boy say "Stay
And assist the
Rebel fleet."

Han is a loner,
But he loves his friend Chew-ie.
Silly song's a pure joy to play.
Hope you're tickled
At the least.

Han won't be boarded;
He'll out-steer any fleet.
He an' Chewie soar past bl'ckades,
Keep their ship's hull
Nice n' neat.

Han won't be cornered
By a Rodian deadbeat.
"Greedo made a poor choice of aim,
Sprang his pistol
After me."