Copyright © 1997 by Peter Anspach; All Rights Reserved.
Come listen to a story `bout a man named Ben,
A washed-up commander down on his luck and then,
One day he brought an orb to the Prophets of Bajor,
And they opened up a dimensional door.
Wormhole, that is...Spatial rift...Hyperspace highway.
Well the next thing you know, Starfleet became compliant,
Promoted him to captain and gave him the Defiant,
They said, Ben you're lucky we stuck you in that place,
Now just don't screw up your job commandin' Deep Space.
Nine, that is...Runabouts...Jem'Hadars.
The Deep Space Niners!!!
Now it's time to say goodbye to Ben and all his crew,
For stoppin' by and visitin', they really do thank you,
And if you're passin' by next week while headin' Bajor's way,
They've got a spot reserved for you, in a dockin' bay.
Y'all warp on back now, y'hear?
Copyright © 1997 by Peter Anspach; All Rights Reserved.
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
The tale of a fateful trip,
That started out from DS9,
Aboard this tiny ship.
The ship was an Intrepid Class,
The latest new edition,
So Starfleet sent the crew upon,
A retrieval mission.
A retrieval mission.
But then space started getting rough,
They got transported too,
And when they sacrificed the other ship,
The Maquis joined the crew.
The Maquis joined the crew.
Now the ship's adrift in the heart of this,
Uncharted space quadrant,
With Jane-a-way,
Chakotay too,
The Talaxian,
And the Borg,
The hologram,
And the rest,
Here in Del-ta Quad-rant.
Now this is the tale of our voyagers,
They're here in a far, far, place,
It's seventy years until they see,
Federation space.
Neelix as morale officer,
Will brighten up the ship,
And make the others comfortable,
On this long-extended trip.
No coffee--starbases--dilithium,
Not a single luxury,
Like Original Series special effects,
It's primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friend,
You'll smile, that's for sure,
At all your favorite characters,
Aboard the Voy-a-ger!
Copyright © 2003 by Peter Anspach; All Rights Reserved.
It's been a long run,
Since the first Star Trek premiere.
It's been a gold mine,
It makes a profit every year.
And now I will join the ensemble cast,
My career's on high.
And I won't miss a single episode,
No, my contract's sure to bind.
`Cause I get paid,
For the part.
I'm saying what the writers tell me.
I get paid,
Every week.
Sometimes for just one scene.
I'll get rich,
From the show.
Syndication will sustain me.
I was cast,
As a star.
I get paid,
I get, I get,
I get paid.
Paid for the part.