Well, everybody talks about if I did shoot first,
But the firefight, for me, takes a back seat to the words
In Mos Eisley, when Greedo caught me, smuggling items.

I told him I’d the money that old Jabba did ask,
But he said too late, that I’d taken him to task.
Even on my starship, I can hear his final words ring,
Threat’ning me:

“Maclunkey, Han Solo!
Say those words to Jabba, and he may take your ship.
Maclunkey, Han Solo!”
I just had to shoot him, lest he end my trip.

They say those words he never did say,
But my good friend George,* he remembered one day
Why I’d fried up Greedo in that cantina bar;
His mem’ry goes far.

So yet again, you’ll see the scene
Updated once more and shown pristine;
The recension will make clear the words that Greedo last said
Ere I shot him dead:

“Maclunkey, Han Solo!
I’ve awaited this time for a long galactic day.
Maclunkey, Han Solo!”
I cleaned up the mess and went upon my way,
More stormtroopers in the galaxy to slay.