Blue green lady, Vulcan shady, they fight An-dor-ian,
Expanse wide, Xindi vile, they carry a cosmic plan.
Space arena, the Xindi beamed ya, lancing through the land,
Those rotten Xindi, they'll pay dearly, Xindi bastards high command.

Trip just freaks out on Star Fleet,
Mans his engineering pod,
Turns his back on the staff,
The warm regards are just so sad.

Archer commands, then makes a plan,
With those blue An-dor-i-an.
Vulcans gone, they string along,
They once oppose, now tuned they hum.

But oh, how the fear's so real,
Out in space with no one near.
Lonely too and hurt severly,
As they sneak softly, slowly.

Now they're closer, Xindi bastards,
Now they're lightin' up the skyway.
Are they down, is Star Fleet winnin'?
Now wait 'til autumn, they won't say.

Blue green lady, Vulcan shady, they fight An-dor-ian,
Expanse wide, Xindi vile, they carry a cosmic plan.
Space arena, the Xindi beamed ya, lancing through the land,
Those rotten Xindi, they'll pay dearly, Xindi bastards high command.