The Wild X-Wing

Just built a wild X-Wing, man those vanes sound like they're singing

Woo, woo, woo-ooo

That there's my rad Artoo, he's the brains that keeps me winging

Boop, boop, boo-oop

*****

Down on Dagobah, a swampy stinky wind

I got myself here, I'll get out again

Said to Master Yoda, “Everything stopped.

“Nothin' else's working.”

He was no more than nine hundred then

He was sad, broken-hearted

Something within him

But the moment he first laid

Eyes on me, all alone

Over the edge of an X-Wing

*****

Repaired my broke X-Wing, man those vanes will soon be winging

Woo, woo, woo-ooo

Help me, my bud Artoo, his language sounds just like it's singing

Boop, boop, boo-oop

*****

Well it sank today

And will sink again some more tomorrow

Smells like the compactor

Yeah, it's hauntingly familiar

Well, Leia can't shoot her way out of this one for me

I'd fix it myself with a plasma gun and a spanner

Spit and baling wire, nothing else matters

*****

A waterlogged X-Wing, wants to fly but now she's sinking

Blue, blue, I'm blue

Just like my lightsaber, they both glow blue – this funk is clinging

Aaa, aaa, aaaa-aah

*****

The clouds never move away and it rains

But the metal changes colors

Rusting out, to my pain

But with a slow, graceful flow of Force

Master Yoda pulls that puppy out and plops it on the shore

With a face that's so serene

*****

Here sits my poor X-Wing, muck and gunk and wow it's dripping

Aah, aah, aaa-aaah

I've gotta fix this thing, rotten swamp weed that I'm flinging

Gaah, gaah, gaa-aah

*****

Then suddenly, a vision, of my friends in pain and trouble – oh no

The Dark Side feeds my fears, so I work faster and faster

So I went searchin' that whole city

Up the ramps and down the hall

Feeling herded to an answer

I would not like at all

Of Vader saying, “No, I am.”

(Father, Father!)

*****

I miss my wild X-Wing, out in space it feels so freeing

Woo, woo, woo-ooh

Lightsabers battling, now my arm hurts and it's stinging

Ooh, ooh, ow-ooh

*****

Well, you healed me out on Hoth world

And you healed me after Bespin

It's a shame you're my sister

I hate last minute script changes, don't you?

The exact same age as you

That should have been my clue, my dear

*****

Let's ride in my X-Wing, fly away from hackneyed writing

Woo, woo, woo-ooh

Let's take some great big bets, how many sequels they'll be springing?

Ooh, ooh, oo-ooh!