The Doc and the Vulcan

The Doc and the Vulcan went to see a pea green quasar

They went with Scotty, Boma and a hotty

And two guys who didn't get far

The Doc looked out at the broken ship

And said with an angry growl

Logic be damned, Damn to all logic

You need to get a grip

A grip

A grip

You need to get a grip



The Vulcan said to the Doc, “we’re stuck on this rock.

Be quiet and let me think

I don't need to be harried, with banter and parry

You're acting like a fink.

You two in yellow, be good fellows

And check out the lay of the land.”

Latimer he died with a spear in his side

Thrown by a native hand

A hand

A hand

Thrown by a native hand



The crew was revolting, the natives spear holding

“My logic” Said the Vulcan “is failing”

“Mr. Scott can you try, to make this crate fly

“Aye,” replied Scott “With phaser juice availing”

In a desperate race, they took off into space

Where the Vulcan shot off his flare

It was spotted by Jim, who rescued them

With only seconds to spare

To spare

To spare

With only seconds to spare