Oh captain's log
And we're all out of beer
And we drink the latonya
About a lightyear from here
Now the crew's getting restless
And my throat's getting dry
If we dont reach suply
Say we all gonna die
Oh captain's log
And I'm getting the shakes
'Cause theres no liquor stores out here
In the middle of space
Now the crew's getting angry
Especially Spock
Vulcans get kinda ugly
When they go through detox
Ain't got time now to be discreet
Disobeying orders from Starfleet
Set a course now and on divert
And bring this fucker to
Red alert
Oh captain's log
Just scold some ale
It's new and its blue baby
And we got it on sale
Now we can boldly go
Where we want in the final frontier
Not the search for life
But the search for beer
Now I sing, now I play guitar
Wanna get drunk in a city bar
Get in a fight and kill a red shirt
And bring this fucker to
Red alert
(Whoop Whoop)
Red alert
(Whoop Whoop)
Red alert
(Whoop Whoop)
Red alert
(Whoop Whoop)
Red alert
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