| Song | Yellow Lasers - Original |
| Artist | MC Frontalot |
| Album | Nerdcore Rising |
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| I met her at the Star Wars convention | |
| did I mention, she was looking for love? | |
| Had to call her bluff, lady you don't mean how that sounded | |
| (that thousand-pound dude in the "no fat chicks" shirt's astounded) | |
| thought she'd take it back, revoke, rewind, rescind, retract. | |
| "Ya heard me," she said, "I'll take any man here | |
| to descend to the cave where you conquer the fear | |
| and I'll steer you to side of the force you choose. | |
| Somebody's man enough here — now who?" | |
| This girl, you have to understand, | |
| would not look out of place on the arm of an attractive man. | |
| So the geeks in attendance got jaws on the floor. One extends his | |
| saber but he tripped on his cloak. I stepped to the front then I spoke | |
| "I ain't spittin' game, look I got a Wookiee hat on, | |
| but these guys here are used to gettin' spat on | |
| by girls, see you put 'em in shock. | |
| And this ain't the right con' to quote Mister Spock | |
| but it's highly illogical to me." | |
| Girl looked me in the eye, said "Is your mind free?" | |
| 'cause I've got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I'll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. | |
| Sittin' in the room upstairs, | |
| watchin' her wind up the buns in her hair | |
| I declare that I'd like to be Luke, | |
| unless that's a bit too perverted for you. | |
| Well, I could be Jabba, a Jawa, an Ewok, when we talk "Oo la ga blee bla!" | |
| Wait — I've seen all the flicks, all the books that I read, | |
| I don't recall any character tied to the bed | |
| but that's all right, | |
| I'm 'a just pretend that I'm encased in carbonite. | |
| Why that's a nice gold bikini, you make that? | |
| Shows off what you got, no mistake. | |
| That's one fine view of Chewbacca you're givin' me | |
| lower that down here, we'll be living the | |
| linguistic lifestyle of the protocol droid. | |
| (Then comes the part where I'm not overjoyed.) | |
| "Fire!" she said, and before I could scream | |
| got a steaming mouth full of yellow laser beam. | |
| 'cause I've got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I'll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. | |
| 'cause I've got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I'll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. |
| I met her at the Star Wars convention | |
| did I mention, she was looking for love? | |
| Had to call her bluff, lady you don' t mean how that sounded | |
| that thousandpound dude in the " no fat chicks" shirt' s astounded | |
| thought she' d take it back, revoke, rewind, rescind, retract. | |
| " Ya heard me," she said, " I' ll take any man here | |
| to descend to the cave where you conquer the fear | |
| and I' ll steer you to side of the force you choose. | |
| Somebody' s man enough here now who?" | |
| This girl, you have to understand, | |
| would not look out of place on the arm of an attractive man. | |
| So the geeks in attendance got jaws on the floor. One extends his | |
| saber but he tripped on his cloak. I stepped to the front then I spoke | |
| " I ain' t spittin' game, look I got a Wookiee hat on, | |
| but these guys here are used to gettin' spat on | |
| by girls, see you put ' em in shock. | |
| And this ain' t the right con' to quote Mister Spock | |
| but it' s highly illogical to me." | |
| Girl looked me in the eye, said " Is your mind free?" | |
| ' cause I' ve got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I' ll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. | |
| Sittin' in the room upstairs, | |
| watchin' her wind up the buns in her hair | |
| I declare that I' d like to be Luke, | |
| unless that' s a bit too perverted for you. | |
| Well, I could be Jabba, a Jawa, an Ewok, when we talk " Oo la ga blee bla!" | |
| Wait I' ve seen all the flicks, all the books that I read, | |
| I don' t recall any character tied to the bed | |
| but that' s all right, | |
| I' m ' a just pretend that I' m encased in carbonite. | |
| Why that' s a nice gold bikini, you make that? | |
| Shows off what you got, no mistake. | |
| That' s one fine view of Chewbacca you' re givin' me | |
| lower that down here, we' ll be living the | |
| linguistic lifestyle of the protocol droid. | |
| Then comes the part where I' m not overjoyed. | |
| " Fire!" she said, and before I could scream | |
| got a steaming mouth full of yellow laser beam. | |
| ' cause I' ve got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I' ll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. | |
| ' cause I' ve got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I' ll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. |
| I met her at the Star Wars convention | |
| did I mention, she was looking for love? | |
| Had to call her bluff, lady you don' t mean how that sounded | |
| that thousandpound dude in the " no fat chicks" shirt' s astounded | |
| thought she' d take it back, revoke, rewind, rescind, retract. | |
| " Ya heard me," she said, " I' ll take any man here | |
| to descend to the cave where you conquer the fear | |
| and I' ll steer you to side of the force you choose. | |
| Somebody' s man enough here now who?" | |
| This girl, you have to understand, | |
| would not look out of place on the arm of an attractive man. | |
| So the geeks in attendance got jaws on the floor. One extends his | |
| saber but he tripped on his cloak. I stepped to the front then I spoke | |
| " I ain' t spittin' game, look I got a Wookiee hat on, | |
| but these guys here are used to gettin' spat on | |
| by girls, see you put ' em in shock. | |
| And this ain' t the right con' to quote Mister Spock | |
| but it' s highly illogical to me." | |
| Girl looked me in the eye, said " Is your mind free?" | |
| ' cause I' ve got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I' ll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. | |
| Sittin' in the room upstairs, | |
| watchin' her wind up the buns in her hair | |
| I declare that I' d like to be Luke, | |
| unless that' s a bit too perverted for you. | |
| Well, I could be Jabba, a Jawa, an Ewok, when we talk " Oo la ga blee bla!" | |
| Wait I' ve seen all the flicks, all the books that I read, | |
| I don' t recall any character tied to the bed | |
| but that' s all right, | |
| I' m ' a just pretend that I' m encased in carbonite. | |
| Why that' s a nice gold bikini, you make that? | |
| Shows off what you got, no mistake. | |
| That' s one fine view of Chewbacca you' re givin' me | |
| lower that down here, we' ll be living the | |
| linguistic lifestyle of the protocol droid. | |
| Then comes the part where I' m not overjoyed. | |
| " Fire!" she said, and before I could scream | |
| got a steaming mouth full of yellow laser beam. | |
| ' cause I' ve got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I' ll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. | |
| ' cause I' ve got somethin' for you | |
| it is shiny, it is clean. | |
| Come on up and I' ll adore you | |
| with my yellow laser beam. |