I told him, You’ve gotta get me out of here;
First goes away my face, then the rest disappears.
When it comes to this skill, you have got no peer.
Just beam me, beam me.

I tell you, Scotty, that you are the man
Who’ll send my bones and blood upward with great élan;
When I’m sent elsewhere, I am your greatest fan.
So beam me—this is better than rad!

Just beam me, beam me,
Decompose and data-stream me.
First my body will become quite light,
And then I will vanish out of sight.
Just beam me. . . .

I tell you, Mr. Scott, you are the man
Who’ll send my bones and blood upward quick as you can.
When I’m sent elsewhere, I am your greatest fan,
So beam me, just beam me.

The first time you beamed me up, I was scared,
But I was still alive, going from here to there.
My kick now is up beaming
As atoms through the air,
So beam me, or I’m gonna be sad.

Just beam me, beam me,
Decompose and then bit-stream me.
First my body will become quite light
And then I will vanish out of sight.
Just beam me

[endlessly repeated chorus fades into disintegrating vocables)