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! style="background:#FF91AF;" colspan="1"|Theo Whittaker: Losing My Mind | |||
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|The port nacelle, I think about you | |||
The Jeffries Tube, I think about you, | |||
<br>I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind | <br>I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind | ||
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<br>I think you love me or am I just being kind? | <br>I think you love me or am I just being kind? | ||
<br>Or am I losing my mind? | <br>Or am I losing my mind? | ||
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! style="background:#FF91AF;" colspan="1"|Sal Taybrim: Klingon Confidant | |||
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|Kothos: Look Starfleet, I-- | |||
I-- | |||
<br | <br>I think you | ||
<br | <br>Are falsifying | ||
<br | <br>And I'm losing control | ||
<br | <br>'Cause the excuses you're supplying | ||
<br | <br>They're horrifying! | ||
<br | <br>Taybrim: You better believe | ||
<br | <br>That I need to know | ||
<br | <br>If I can or can't trust you | ||
<br | <br>You better believe | ||
<br | <br>You better undergo | ||
<br | <br>Every test to show me true | ||
<br | <br>Nothing left | ||
<br | <br>Nothing left for me to do | ||
<br | <br>Chorus: | ||
<br | <br>A Klingon confidant! | ||
<br | <br>Oo-oo-oo, honey | ||
<br | <br>Klingon confidant | ||
<br | <br>Oo-oo-oo, honey | ||
<br | <br>Klingon confidant | ||
<br | <br>Oo-oo-oo, the one I need | ||
<br | <br>Oh, yes, indeed... | ||
<br | <br>Taybrim: If you're filled | ||
<br | <br>With information | ||
<br | <br>That's too hard to convey | ||
<br | <br>Gravitate to my location | ||
<br | <br>Beam your way | ||
<br | <br>Kothos: I better shape up | ||
<br | <br>'Cause you need some news | ||
<br | <br>Taybrim: I need some news | ||
<br | <br>That'll go on the record | ||
<br | <br>Kothos: I better shape up | ||
<br | <br>If I'm gonna keep | ||
<br | <br>Taybrim: You better keep | ||
<br | <br>the Khitomer Accord | ||
<br | <br>Both: Are you sure? | ||
<br | <br>Yes I'm sure we'll strike a chord! | ||
<br | <br>Chorus: | ||
<br | <br>A Klingon confidant! | ||
<br | <br>Oo-oo-oo, honey | ||
<br | <br>Klingon confidant | ||
<br | <br>Oo-oo-oo, honey | ||
<br | <br>Klingon confidant | ||
<br | <br>Oo-oo-oo, the one I need | ||
<br | <br>Oh, yes, indeed... | ||
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! style="background:#FF91AF;" colspan="1"|Carter Greyson: Engineer Starfleetian | |||
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|I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian, | |||
I've information Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian, | |||
<br>I know the sting of drinking, and I quote the battles historical | <br>I know the sting of drinking, and I quote the battles historical | ||
<br>From Khan to Federation grew, in order categorical; | <br>From Khan to Federation grew, in order categorical; | ||
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<br>But still, in matters Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian, | <br>But still, in matters Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian, | ||
<br>I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian. | <br>I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian. | ||
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! style="background:#FF91AF;" colspan="1"|Sal Taybrim: Klingon Warrior Dreamin' | |||
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|Our uniforms are red | |||
And the ship is grey | |||
<br>I went for a walk | <br>I went for a walk | ||
<br>In a cargo bay | <br>In a cargo bay | ||
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<br>::And suddenly he trailed off. Base. Base? His mind clicked, slowly, rising out of the drunken fog. Starbase. Starbase... 118. His dark eyes widened:: | <br>::And suddenly he trailed off. Base. Base? His mind clicked, slowly, rising out of the drunken fog. Starbase. Starbase... 118. His dark eyes widened:: | ||
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