The Ballad Of The Red Shirt Crew

We step off the ship with a tricorder in hand A brave red shirt on an alien land The Captain's there and Spock's got his phaser But if trouble is near we are walking the razor Oh the red shirts fall one by one On alien worlds beneath foreign suns We boldly go where we'll meet our doom In the red shirt crew we're just making room There was poor Ensign Green who tripped on a vine A carnivorous plant had him for suppertime Lieutenant Kaplan thought he'd mapped all the terrain But a Gorn's nasty claw tore right through his brain Oh the red shirts fall one by one On alien worlds beneath foreign suns We boldly go where we'll meet our doom In the red shirt crew we're just making room Torn by salt vampires or phased into dust Crushed by a boulder because someone said trust So if you're beaming down and your shirt is red Just kiss your loved ones because you'll soon be dead Poor Hendorff froze when the Mugato roared And Ensign Ricky was stabbed with a sword No medals no glory no names in lights Just alien monsters and a desperate fight Oh the red shirts fall one by one On alien worlds beneath foreign suns We boldly go where we'll meet our doom In the red shirt crew we're just making room So here's to the crew in crimson and gold The first to die their stories untold Their sacrifice keeps the Captain alive For without the red shirts who would ever survive