U.S.S. Making Shit Up by Voltaire, definitely my favorite.

I also once wrote a version of Short Skirt, Long Jacket about being in love with a Klingon woman.

I want a girl with a forehead like a washboard.

I want a girl who knows what’s right.

I want a girl with blades that cut who’s… not afraid to start a fight.

I want a girl with a strong sense of honor, who’s fast and brave and hard as a rock.

She’s playing with her cutlery, she’s putting on her armor, she’s got a Bird of Prey down in number 4 dock…

I want a girl with a short temper and a loooong memory.

Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah Qapla’ Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah, Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah Qapla’ Nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah nah nah naaah.

I want a girl who fights with bravery.

I want a girl who bites my cheek.

I want a girl with unbridled ferocity, who uses a Bat’leth with stunning technique.

Disruptor pistols that that burn out justice, and a voice that is harsh like a good blood wine.

She’s fast, and brave and hard as rock and she tosses Gem’hadar right out the air lock…

I want a girl with a short temper and a loooooong… long memory.