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Over Tatooine the suns was shinin',
Luke was layin' in bed
Wond'rin' how the rebels were doin,
If he'd ever be in a Squadron of Red.
His stepfo'ks said farming humidity together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like Luke's homicidal ancestors.
Papa's good side wasn't light enough.

We were stuck up on the Tantive Four,

Laser bolts all over the place

Darth Vader in his Star Destroyer,

It was an epic battle in space,

To get through,

By me and Artoo.

Leia was in a bit of a mess
Her pops had followed our course
We helped her out of a jam, I guess,
Vader knew a little too much Force.
We rode that pod as far as we could,
Ditched it where it came to rest
We split up after a quick droid fight,
Both agreeing it was best.
Artoo turned around to look at me
As I was a walkin' away
I heard the bleep say o'er my shoulder,

"We'll meet again someday on a sandcrawler with a Jawa crew."
And meet Ben after getting sold to Luke.

I had a job on the Death Star
Talkin' with trash compactors for a spell
But the humans never did like it all that much
Cause of the ridiculously horrible smell.

The princess PMS'd about Chewie's hair

Vader and Ben got in a fight

The whole rest of the entire station knew about us,

On account of Han blasting everything in sight

And then Lucas cut out my best performance,

With the actress with the great behind

I seen a lot of cowboy cinema

But this crap blew my mind,

But what ya gonna do?

He was the writer and director too

She was workin' in a topless place
And I'd stopped in for a lube,
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
And her boobs.
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same,
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, "Don't I know your name?"

The drama had the intensity of Macbeth

She looked in the glowing eyes of my face

I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she treated my foot like a shoe,
She blew my nose and then she blew my fuse

She put ZZ's Afterburner on the stereo and her comlink was shaped like a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said
"You look like the protocol type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by a Kessel warden
From a bad droid penitentary.
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul from me to you,
Even better than the script for Blue Harvest II.

It was fun to run with the rebels a while

Except for those major Vader scares,
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air.
Then he started into dealing with clones
And something inside of him died.
She had to sell everything she owned
Turned to carbonite inside.
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn,
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on walking on with Artoo Detoo
Destined to be doomed.

It's not that I won't work with Lucas again

I got to get some work somehow.

But all the people we used to know
They're just digital illusions to me now.
Some are actual polygons
Some are just dots and lines.
I don't know how it all gets plotted,
It seems really quite contrived.
But me and Artoo, we're still on the road,

Headin for another joint
We always did feel the same,
We just saw it from a different point of view,