-> "Ode to a Smuggler"
Original Song Title:
"Cowboy"
Parody Song Title:
"Ode to a Smuggler"
The Lyrics
JABBA:
Ho, ho, ho, ho. Solo.
(Intro)
Well, I'm packin' up my stuff
and I'll a head where it's nice.
With Chewbacca by my side
and Andris spice.
Find a nest on a ship,
chill right there
With a Wookiee and a droid and a chick with wierd hair.
Then I'm a
Han Solo up and down the bar.
Got Millennium Falcon, but I ain't got a car.
Win a ship with a flag saying, "Keepin' it real."
And rock that bi*ch through an asteroid field.
Gonna fly past a sun,
drink in the stars,
get thrown in the mix and tossed outta bars.
Racin' when I wanna
in a swoop.
Dodgin' Boba Fett, see how low he will stoop.
Start a smuggling service,
you know it ain't easy.
Set up shop at the top of Mos Eisley.
Han Solo, I'm the real McCoy.
And I'm headed to the stars, sucka,
because I'm gonna be a-
Smuggler, baby.
Seat put back and the hyperdrive going.
Smuggler, baby.
Chewie is chillin' with the Boone's wine.
Space Cowboy, baby.
Flyin' all night, 'cause I sleep all day.
Smuggler, baby.
I can smell Vader from a mile away!
I bet you'll hear that R2 unit when my ship rolls in,
it goes (R2-D2 sounds) like sand in the wind.
OBI-WAN:
The Force can have a strong influence on the weak-minded.
I was carbon froze,
but now I'm just fine.
Palm trees and weeds,
scabbed knees, you know.
Get a map to the stars,
find Princess O.
If the price is right, I will fly you there, boy.
And let Calrissian know why they call me Space
Cowboy, baby.
With the seats put back and the hyperdrive going
Smuggler, baby.
Chewie is chillin' with the Boone's wine.
Space Cowboy, baby.
Flyin' all night, 'cause I sleep all day.
Smuggler, baby.
I can smell Vader from a mile away!
(Cantina song)
Yeah!
Solo. You can call me Han.
If smuggling's the service then I'm your man.
Saw an alien's ship flying in my space,
I said, "Yeah, this boot fits right in your face!"
No kidding, gun slinging,
boots hitting the floor.
Call me Han, I'm the man
with the sauce and the horse.
No remorse for the Empire.
They say I ain't right.
I'll paint their galaxy red
and their Death Star white, uh!
Cause chaos,
rock in Menelaos.
Find Bespin help for my Rebel playas.
Mack like mayors, shoot like Lakers.
They told us to die, but bet they can't make us!
Why they wanna pick on me?
Freeze me up and throw away the key?
I ain't no Rebel, just a regular failure.
I ain't straight outta Compton,
I'm straight from Corellia.
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick.
My only words of wisdom are:
May the Force be with you.
I'm flying the Falcon up and down that coast and
I'll keep on truckin' til it falls into motion.
Smuggler!
With the seats put back and the hyperdrive going.
Smuggler!
Spend all my time up in Coruscant.
Smuggler!
Flying all night 'cause I sleep all day.
Smuggler!
I can smell Vader from a mile away.
Smuggler!
With the seats put back and the blaster at my side.
Smuggler!
I got a Wookiee and a Jedi up on my side.
Smuggler!
Maxin' and relaxin' with my chick Leia.
Smuggler!
I don't really care just where I'm goin'.
Smuggler!
HAN:
Sorry 'bout the mess.
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