There’s a dead guy in a red
shirt
A red shirt and a world of hurt
Be it death from above or the hem
of a skirt
He’ll end up six feet under
the dirt
I’ve been a star fleet brat
since the day I was born
But I never should have put on this
uniform
I could have been a doctor or helmsmen
see
But I ended up here in security, oh
I always knew I would die alone
I beam down with da captain but I
never make it home
I always knew that I would die alone
So please beam me up Scotty
And take my body home
There’s a dead guy in a red
shirt
A red shirt and a world of hurt
Be it death from above or the hem
of a skirt
He’ll end up six feet under
the dirt
I lost half my buddies in a Romulan
raid
We were taking the trenches while
the Captain got laid
Now the casualty rates keep getting
bigger
And I’ll never get my own action
figure
Chorus
To boldly go where no man's gone
before
I think I’ve been there but
I’m not really sure
You know they say that space is the
final frontier
Well, any place you know is better
than here
Chorus
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