1. |
The Dianoga Song
01:56
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One man’s trash
is another man’s treasure,
but feasting on waste
gives a certain creature pleasure.
Its trash compactor home,
or 3263827,
is a jumble of space junk,
and it stinks to high heaven.
Look, but do not gawk
at its eyestalk.
You never
see its body.
That’s so punk rock!
If you’re standing in the trash,
and you see a little splash, dianoga! Dianoga!
If you’re knee-deep in the muck
and you feel a slimy sucker, dianoga! Dianoga!
With tentacles like cobras, dianogas can be grabby,
but if you lived in garbage, you would also be quite crabby.
Feeding on Imperial scraps,
it spends its time just cruising
from front to back and underneath
(when the walls are moving).
That pesky devil
on the detention level,
was pretty vicious.
It got a handle
of Luke’s right ankle.
Found it delicious!
If you’re standing in the trash,
and you see a little splash, dianoga! Dianoga!
If you’re swimming in some sewage
and you see some bubble brewage, dianoga! Dianoga!
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2. |
(When You're a) Hutt
03:45
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Intergalactic player,
3000 pound weigher,
you’re as big as a tanker.
But you’re not known for good looks
more for your family of crooks,
you’re the original gangster.
Deceiving and thieving
enslaving and raving
extorting, cavorting
kidnapping and trapping
abusing and boozing
misleading and cheating
spice smuggling and mugging
gun-running and clubbing
You're lying there like a Buddha
taking puffs off your hookah
You don’t need much dialogue,
just lie there feasting on frogs
Because your enemies fear you
no one can even get near you
or your gargantuan gut
when you’re a Hutt.
Barking in Huttese,
you’re morbidly obese,
but that’s part of your charm.
Putting bounties on heads,
you gesture alive or dead
with your weird stubby arms.
Deceiving and thieving
enslaving and raving
extorting, cavorting
kidnapping and trapping
abusing and boozing
misleading and cheating
spice smuggling and mugging
gun-running and clubbing
With dancers stroking your ego,
you’re rocking out to Max Rebo,
You terrify all your captives,
with your inimitable laughter.
Because your enemies fear you
no one can even get near you
or your gargantuan gut
when you’re a Hutt.
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3. |
(We Are) Wookiees
02:59
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Tall and hairy, scary if you’re adversarial,
they’re a handful but to their friends they’re sociable.
They come from Kashyyyk, with weapons they’re fantastic,
they fight in throngs, they’re very strong, and live for very long.
Not much for chit chat, but combat they’re good at and flying,
if they could speak Galactic Basic, this is what they’d sing:
We are loyal, we are brave
We like to party on Life Day
Our bodies are tall, our tempers are short
We like to hang out in cool spaceports.
We're weapons masters.
We rock bowcasters.
We live in trees
We are Wookiees!
I'll say it again, they're dependable,
and if they have a life debt, you can bet they'll honor it and never will forget.
They look impressive, expressive, a blur of fur,
their vesture is austere, nothing but a bandolier.
They speak in growls and they howl when they're feeling down,
it's their way, but if they could speak like us, this is what they'd say:
We are loyal, we are brave
We like to party on Life Day
We go to work, we line our pockets
We go berserk, pull arms from sockets
We're weapons masters.
We rock bowcasters.
We live in trees
We are Wookiees!
We are loyal, we are brave
We like to party on Life Day
Our fangs are sharp, our coats are plush,
Our crossbow skills
would make you blush.
We're weapons masters.
We rock bowcasters.
We live in trees
We are Wookiees!
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4. |
Ewok Village
03:25
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You’d think that life would be a breeze
when you’re cute as a Pekingese,
but it’s not all sun and rainbows
when you live among the trees.
If you’re an Ewok,
Your work is never done.
There’s always berries to be foraged
or danger to outrun
And when they build a Death Star
in your very backyard
you can’t just stand idly by
in your hut in the sky.
Because it takes a village
(de fratta weewa)
That’s right, an Ewok village
(oo Ewok weewa)
up in the canopies
(de oppra kha na)
to save the galaxy
(Allay loo ta yub nub)
You’d think that life would be ducky
when you’re cuddly as a puppy,
but the Ewok way is struggling,
they’re not only for snuggling.
Just look at Wicket--
He’s cute and full of cheer,
but he knows his way around a bow
and wields a wicked spear
And when you raze their little homes
to erect a killing dome
you’ll find that these balls of hair
are much more than teddy bears
Because it takes a village
(de fratta weewa)
That’s right, an Ewok village
(oo Ewok weewa)
up in the canopies
(de oppra kha na)
to save the galaxy
(Allay loo ta yub nub)
They just look so sweet
as they take down a fleet
of Walkers in the forest skies.
With rocks and logs as weapons
they teach the Empire a lesson
to judge not creatures by their size.
Because it takes a village
(de fratta weewa)
That’s right, an Ewok village
(oo Ewok weewa)
up in the canopies
(de oppra kha na)
to save the galaxy
(Allay loo ta yub nub)
Oh yeah, it takes a village
(de fratta weewa)
That’s right, an Ewok village
(oo Ewok weewa)
by the name of Bright Tree
(cha sheeu nee foom)
to save the galaxy
(Allay loo ta yub nub)
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5. |
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Cute little scrap haulers
cruising in sandcrawlers
swindling farmers and rubes
pawning junk off on noobs
poorly refurbished tech
faulty mechanical dreck
compulsive scavengers
But their robes are a disguise
‘cause their eyes
are yellow,
and they glow.
Their faces in shadow
as they go
to and fro,
and for once I’d like to know
what they won’t
ever show
what’s below
what’s below the hood
They travel with their clans
for most of their lifespans
wandering sandy roads
in their dusty robes
or riding on rontos
like cowboys on broncos
pint-sized hagglers
But their robes are a disguise
‘cause their eyes
are yellow,
and they glow.
Their faces in shadow
as they go
to and fro,
and for once I’d like to know
what they won’t
ever show
what’s below
what’s below the hood
They’re kind of humanoid,
it makes me paranoid
‘cause judging by their eyes,
they could be partly droid
and that would just be sad
to sell your own comrades
Maybe that’s why
their robes are a disguise
‘cause their eyes
are yellow,
and they glow.
Their faces in shadow
as they go
to and fro,
and for once I’d like to know
what they won’t
ever show
what’s below
what’s below the hood
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6. |
Mynocks
02:12
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In dark, dank habitats
like interstellar bats
the mynocks fly in search
for ships on which to perch.
They speak through piercing squeals,
they make starships their meals,
they cripple hyperdrives,
on power they survive.
Starship captains,
they despise them,
for they could cause their hull to breach,
and other creatures
demonize them
because no one likes a leach.
They lock lips with your ship
they've got a tight grip,
they smell like armpit.
They're covered in muck,
they get by on luck,
'cause they love to suck
on ships where they're stuck.
With their leathery wings
they feast on power like kings
well, stick on and bite,
space parasite.
They don't much care
about your problems,
they just want to score some juice.
No matter where, no matter from whom,
they'd steal the lightning out from Zeus.
They lock lips with your ship
they've got a tight grip,
they smell like armpit.
They're covered in muck,
they get by on luck,
'cause they love to suck
on ships where they're stuck.
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I wait here all alone,
in a chamber of stone
behind an iron door,
forgotten and ignored,
while they party on
upstairs from dusk ‘til dawn,
I wallow here in rage
down in my cage.
Until somebody misbehaves,
defies the Hutt someway,
their impropriety
is good news for me.
I hear the trapdoor,
my meal hits the floor,
The gate rises up,
and I’m free.
Goodbye iron door!
I pound my way across the floor,
and I growl like I never ever have before
From the dark into the light,
now my prey is in my sight,
and it looks like it is ready for a fight.
I’m more, more than an eyesore,
and I won’t be ignored.
I’m a hungry carnivore.
I’m a rancor!
Under the floor
a mighty conqueror
who’s not an eyesore
He’s a rancor.
I have no regard
for a Gamorrean guard.
‘til I eat it raw and ram it down my craw.
Yes is always the answer.
If they send me down a dancer,
I’m so hungry I could even eat a bantha.
I’m more, more than an eyesore,
and I won’t be ignored.
I’m a hungry carnivore.
I’m a rancor!
Under the floor
A mighty conqueror
who’s not an eyesore
He’s a rancor.
I’m not just a pet,
and I won’t let them forget,
and if you cannot tell, that’s not an idle threat.
I trust no one really
save for Malakili.
I know he looks tough, but he’s really touchy-feely.
I’m more, more than an eyesore,
and I won’t be ignored.
I’m a hungry carnivore.
I’m a rancor!
Under the floor
A mighty conqueror
who’s not an eyesore
He’s a rancor.
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Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugnaughts!
Little pig men!
Little pig men!
They follow the rules.
They’re real good with tools.
They're short but efficient,
and very proficient.
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugnaughts!
Little pig men!
Little pig men!
They don’t wear a mask
when working with gas.
They're always annoyed.
They're no friend to droids.
Working dawn to dusk,
living hand to tusk.
They know the nitty-gritty
in Cloud City.
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugnaughts!
Little pig men!
Little pig men!
Transporting and snorting,
wherever they lurk,
building and gilding,
they take pride in their work!
Uh!
They work as hard as robots
their boss is Lobot.
And if they really need to…
they ‘ll carbon freeze you!
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugnaughts!
Little pig men!
Little pig men!
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9. |
Wampa
02:49
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A talented hunter,
his attacks are precise,
but his quarry is lacking
on this planet of ice.
If he ever should spot you
with his cold yellow eyes
you’d better prepare for
an unwanted surprise.
WAMPA!
Camouflaged in white fur,
he’s like the ninja of Hoth,
his claws are sharp as a razor,
and they cut a wide swath.
So don’t try to judge him,
for treating Luke as some meat,
‘Cause when you live in a wasteland,
you eat what you eat!
WAMPA!
He’s not a snowman.
Just let it go, man.
He’s a wampa.
She minds the ice cavern,
while her partner hunts on,
satisfying her hunger
with Luke’s trusty tauntaun.
While her prey hangs nearby,
she pays no heed to him,
and now he’s slashed himself loose,
and now she’s missing a limb!
MRS. WAMPA!
Now don’t be petty.
She’s not a yeti.
She’s a wampa.
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10. |
Rathtars (Space Octopi)
02:19
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They’re big and dangerous,
too hideous for words,
and yet Han is hauling
an agitated herd.
They’re in the cargo hold
headed for King Prana,
gnarling their nasty teeth
like hungry piranha
Rathtars!
It’s more fun to fly
with space octopi
gigantic but spry
with a back full of eyes.
They curl into a ball,
they’re bouncing off the walls,
throw us around like dolls,
they could destroy us all!
Each one looks quite the same,
but not identical.
What’s that around your leg?
A slimy tentacle!
Rathtars!
It’s more fun to fly
with space octopi
gigantic but spry
with a back full of eyes.
They just want to eat,
they’re not discreet.
An entire star fleet
to them is just meat.
Rathtars!
It’s more fun to fly
with space octopi
gigantic but spry
with a back full of eyes.
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11. |
Sarlacc
03:42
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In the sands of the vast Dune Sea
on the planet Tatooine,
underneath a trio of moons,
lies the Great Pit of Carkoon,
a home as good as any
for a sarlacc.
except for one small thing
that’s a drawback.
It’s lonely.
‘Cause when you have to wait
for a fresh playmate
to fall within
(or be thrown in)
the wait can be quite brutal.
And it’s no surprise
when you’ve got no eyes,
and no brow to furrow,
deep in your burrow,
it can all seem rather futile.
Hungry. So hungry.
Feed me.
Hungry. So hungry.
Feed me.
Oh?
But when it finally comes,
fresh meat hits your dry gums.
Your beaked tongue rushes out
and starts thrashing about.
Your first layer of teeth,
and many underneath,
after waiting for years,
can swing into high gear.
A Trooper and a Jawa
cascading down through your maw,
delicious treats galore,
you’re happy as a spore.
The vessels do their thing,
attach to prey and sting.
The toxins do confuse,
and consciousness they lose,
They resign to their fate,
and then again you wait.
But you can focus your attention
on the process of digestion.
That’s how a sarlacc perseveres
because it takes a thousand years.
But when you live in a pit,
that’s it.
You’ve gotta commit.
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12. |
(One Ton) Tauntaun
02:43
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You thought they smelled bad on the outside,
these rideable lizards with fur,
but if you’re snowbound and need a ride,
there is no foot more sure.
Their lengthy claws can cut through ice
With double nostrils they’ll smell you twice
Through snow and wind they’ll persevere
They’re trusty through and through.
Their climate can be challenging
Their tail is great for balancing
They bound around from there to here
Like a funky kangaroo. You…
surely can’t survive on Hoth without them.
Without them Echo Base would just be screwed.
Han! You’re riding on a double taun.
You’re stylin’, got your parka on.
You’re searchin’ because Luke is gone
on your one ton tauntaun!
Han! You’re crusin’ like the Autobahn,
in a furry hat like Genghis Kahn,
with crazy strides just like LeBron,
on your one ton tauntaun!
They’re faster than a cannonball,
They’re sure-footed, but that’s not all,
The sounds they make are quite unique,
and once again, they stink.
At least they have a lot of fur
To cover up their foul blubber
You can lead a tauntaun to water
But on the planet Hoth it’s ice. They...
were running wild before the rebels tamed them,
now to a higher cause they lend their paws.
Han! You’re riding on a double taun.
You’re stylin’, got your parka on.
You’re searchin’ because Luke is gone
On your one ton tauntaun!
Han, you’re crusin’ like the Autobahn,
in a furry hat like Genghis Kahn,
with crazy strides just like LeBron,
on your one ton tauntaun!
Tauntaun
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After spending years under the leadership of the dictatorial Figrin D'an, The Modal Nodes are finally free to explore their passion: writing songs about their favorite creatures.
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