Oh the weather on Hoth is frightful,
Echo Base on fire is so delightful,
Shield generator is about to go,
Let it Blow! Let it Blow! Let it Blow!
AT-AT’s show no signs of stopping,
And the sounds of Rebel heads a’ popping,
Their will to fight is almost done,
Let ‘em Run! Let ‘em Run! Let ‘em Run!
When I finally get off this rock,
Leavin’ a glorious blaster storm,
Slip on a sock made of Ewok,
All the way, home I’ll be warm!
Oh the taun tauns are slowly dying,
And soon, Vader and I’ll be high-fiving,
An iral soon I’ll be,
Let ‘em Flee! Let ‘em Flee! Let ‘em Flee!
Via General Veers himself p4s3z
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