Rinkin Around

I'm a basilisk from the distant planet Ojom

The communes were too cold I badly wanted to go beyond

Outer space was calling and I couldn't resist

The Arctic's hard and harsh it's a bitch I hardly miss

Get me on a space station nation unto itself

I search for commerce in the farthest darkest reaches of hell

Get me off of this planet before it's enslaved by the Hutts

Give me a fraction of the action I've been waiting for months

I'm a cook it's a look that's easy to execute

Apron and a shirt pants don't hurt forget the shoes

My dream's to have a diner on that planet that's a city

My dreams to find a girl that's not ashamed to be with me

Before I was an informant ran a bar in Ord Sigatt

A cover for running guns I'm a lover of selling shots

A prospector for a second on a mine on Subterrel

Now I'm mining for what's mine only time will tell

Might seem a little freaky my hands are kinda greasy

My apron's a Pollock painting of stains

Might be sextupled limbed my scruples are super slim

Let's couple skate before it's too late in the game

Let's rink around with the four armed greasy guy

I know I may not seem appealing but the feeling is right

You know I'm down with the sound your sexy disco style

You put a dart in my heart I got Kit Fisto's smile

In the outland transit system I ran a dirty business

Met the needs of mercenaries who were scary and persistent

Bounty hunters took a number under stress I didn't want

Sold the rest to Jango Fett and then I left for Coruscant

Started selling donuts in the collective commerce district

You can score a death stick or whatever is the next fix

Hear a Bith play all the hits Dewback inn for sinful stalking

So many options you should stop in cop my offerins often

In time it was a diner, business grew with my whiskers

I eavesdrop and gossip nonstop 'cause I'm the awesomest listener

We serve Jawa juice to new recruits sliders to old timers

Impolite pod racers never tip their kind sure could be kinder

Got a unicycled serving droid she doesn't like organics

I'll be spying while I'm frying Hermione sighing at her antics

In a panic there was a purge I never liked the use of clones

The fact Kamino was kept secret was a weakness we condoned

Now I'm back at the bottom, in the depths of city planet

Help the displaced become erased because it's hard to face the damage

My diner was destroyed but it would later be rebuilt

My heart is like a coffee cup that always needs to be refilled

Might seem a little freaky my hands are kinda greasy

My apron's a Pollock painting of stains

Might be sextupled limbed my scruples are super slim

Let's couple skate before it's too late in the game

Let's rink around with the four armed greasy guy

I know I may not seem appealing but the feeling is right

You know I'm down with the sound your sexy disco style

You put a dart in my heart I got Kit Fisto's smile