Well I’m getting older, I’m not getting bolder
 I’ve been in this band for a while
 Wrote so many lyrics and been so satiric
 Has it all been worthwhile? 

And as I type “engage” on another page
 I question if I could have been wrong
 But then I rhyme “boldly go” with “green-skinned h* ”
 And I sing yet another song about Star Trek

I’m the gyrating girl in this Star Trek world
 [bad word] my stuff on the stage
 I’m wearing this vinyl with so much style
 Who wouldn’t want to engage?

But why, oh why, did I decide
 This band is where I belong?
 But then I start to grind on the captain’s behind
 And I sing yet another song about Star Trek

I’m [bad word] a six-string and playing with my thing 
 Sometimes I ask myself why
 All my guitar tricks, cool riffs and hot licks
 Are for songs that make my mom cry

And as I strike a chord and blaspheme the Lord
 I question if I could have been wrong
 And then I rhyme “Takei” with “flaming [bad word] 
 And I sing yet another song about Star Trek 

And as we start to Pon Farr in this seedy bar
 We question if we could’ve been wrong
 But then we rock hard and long and you all sing along
 As we sing yet another song about Star Trek