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Song Parodies -> "Seven of Nine"
Original Song Title:
"Y.M.C.A"
Original Performer:
Village People
Parody Song Title:
"Seven of Nine"
Parody Written by:
Peter Andersson a.k.a K1chyd
The Lyrics
This parody was originally written for some friends of mine over at a place called the Sevilian Board, a part of a community formed by fans of the Sev Space Cartoon Competition, where we make fun of memorable scenes from science fiction movies and television series�. The song is about Star Trek Voyager babe 7 of 9 and I thought it would make sort of an extra point to base a song about that sf-babe numbero uno on such a classic manly men song as Y.M.C.A. :-)
Ensign, there�s no need to beam down
I said, ensign, and be a hole in the ground
I said, ensign, you don�t have to be bound
For a Delta Quadrant tombstone
Ensign, in Machine you can lurk
I said, ensign, when you�re tired of work
You can chill there, and your job will be done
�Cos she�ll find your ways all futile
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
She has everything
That a man could enjoy
And she hangs out with all the boys
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
You don�t have to be hurt
You can hang up your shirt
You can stand down your red alert
Ensign, once you drooled over Kes
I said, ensign, but that was a lot less
I said, ensign, than you do now, confess!
But you got to know it�s futile
Seven, does it all by herself
I said, ensign, put your shirt on the shelf
And just go home, now your quarters� roseate
And you�re chores will be done by her
So hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
She has everything
That a man could enjoy
And she hangs out with all the boys
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
You don�t have to be hurt
You can hang up your shirt
You can stand down your red alert
Don�t try, walk a mile in her shoes
I said, ensign, to pick up any clues
You know, no man, here can do what she does
And her catsuit is just too tight
You don�t, wanna be a red Borg
I said, ensign, stay away from the Morgue
Just be happy, all you rubicund guys
You�re all nincompoops in her eyes
So hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
She has everything
That a man could enjoy
And she hangs out with all the boys
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
You don�t have to be hurt
You can hang up your shirt
You can stand down your red alert
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
I said, ensign, and be a hole in the ground
I said, ensign, you don�t have to be bound
For a Delta Quadrant tombstone
Ensign, in Machine you can lurk
I said, ensign, when you�re tired of work
You can chill there, and your job will be done
�Cos she�ll find your ways all futile
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
She has everything
That a man could enjoy
And she hangs out with all the boys
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
You don�t have to be hurt
You can hang up your shirt
You can stand down your red alert
Ensign, once you drooled over Kes
I said, ensign, but that was a lot less
I said, ensign, than you do now, confess!
But you got to know it�s futile
Seven, does it all by herself
I said, ensign, put your shirt on the shelf
And just go home, now your quarters� roseate
And you�re chores will be done by her
So hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
She has everything
That a man could enjoy
And she hangs out with all the boys
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
You don�t have to be hurt
You can hang up your shirt
You can stand down your red alert
Don�t try, walk a mile in her shoes
I said, ensign, to pick up any clues
You know, no man, here can do what she does
And her catsuit is just too tight
You don�t, wanna be a red Borg
I said, ensign, stay away from the Morgue
Just be happy, all you rubicund guys
You�re all nincompoops in her eyes
So hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
She has everything
That a man could enjoy
And she hangs out with all the boys
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
You don�t have to be hurt
You can hang up your shirt
You can stand down your red alert
Just hand it over to
Seven of Nine
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YES! Dorks and geeks of the world, unite! :-D Great idea!
A good idea weakly executed. As Data would say, your imagination is "intriguing," but as Spock would say, your result is "highly illogical." As for the catsuit, as Scotty would say, "I can't change the laws of physics, Captain!"
Thanx! I think. :-)
This one's a Zee-Magnes prize-winner! Seven of Nine can assimilate me anytime, hah-rrrroowwwwrrrr...sigh, guess it'll have to remain purely a Unimatrix Zero relationship.
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