Greedo missed his shot
When he confronted Han
A shot at point-blank range
How could you miss that, man?

He would be a star
In that grubby bar
He saw his chance
But he forgot the blaster
Han wore on his pants

Showing no doubt
Greedo pulled his weapon out
Held it high
He said "Don't try anything funny
Hope you have Jabba's money
Or you will die"

Greedo, whoa-oh-oh-oh
He's rough and ready
He's kinda dumb
He's Jabba's kind of gansta scum

Greedo, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
He said "I've been hoping to face you
Now I'm gonna erase you
Then I'll split this slum"

Greedo's determined
Giving Han a sermon
'Bout what to expect
There's a price for Solo's body
That Greedo will collect

Then he'll call himself the Mean Green
Death machine of Tattoine
Better than Fett
He says "Fame and fortune now beckons"
But Han shot first or second
And Greedo was dead

Greedo, whoa-oh-oh-oh
He got too cocky
Gunnin' for Han
Now he's an ex-Rodian

Greedo, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
He was ready to do it
But then he went and blew it
Call a clergyman

[Cantina music]

Greedo, whoa-oh-oh-oh
He was a kiddo
With Anakin
Now his body's in a bin

Greedo, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh