Crazy ass battle droid, lasers my hemorrhoids © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "CHANGES IN LATITUDES, CHANGES IN ATTITUDES" BY: JIMMY BUFFETT BONUS QUOTE: "My wife and I are great communicators. I communicate clearly, she communicates loudly. Together we communicate loud and clear." UNKNOWN		This parody song is a piece of Star Wars fanfic. The title (which I couldn't resist) is not quite representative, because it's actually kind of a sad love story where our protagonist stormtrooper/Romeo goes AWOL with his beloved android/Juliet during some kerfuffle aboard a Death Star, but it turns out in the dark he heisted the wrong droid. We took off from our Death Star one night Darth Vader would choke us I feared Pay was a shoestring, we crammed an old x-wing And then we just both disappeared I'd fell in love but the dark light was on I'd been horny and I misjudged my bride I thought she's the one, but when she was turned on I just had to stand down for the night I ran off with a battle droid, thought she was android All-purpose sexbots I blame I forced back my cursing, cos there's no reversing If I couldn't please her I'd go down in flames No more a-marching around in old spaceports Mos Eisley was the worst that I'd been Seeking assistance to hide out much better Forced me to go back there again At some moisture farm we stayed and laid low Cos I couldn't jab well with the Hutts They sent a Rancor, but my lady spanked her She wheeled in, and man she kicked butt! I'm in love with my battle droid, she can have me destroyed I am a robowhipped man Our love was sure unplanned, but now with her helping hands To stay on the ground's my retirement plan We're raiding the Tuskens for contraband moonshine Their breath kinda smells like methane Lightyears away from the Gungans and Bothans So we trade with the Jawas instead We're free in the eye of beholders And this now is where we belong There's two moons in the sky, and from sand rot I'll die With my clone trooper warranty gone Now my crazy ass battle droid, lasers my hemorrhoids Old age is changing some things Since I started squeaking and I started leaking She's keeping me up with her med-kit syringe My aim is so bad that I'm missing the ring Sarlacc Pit Hospice feels no longer fringe © Peter Andersson 2018
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