(copyright Steven Cavanagh 1993-2002)
It's nine o'clock down at Jabba's place
the regular crowd waddles in
there's a wierd thing sitting next to me
it has three eyes and mottled grey skin.
Fett says Max can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
but it's haunting and sweet and if you miss a beat
this carbine will blow off your nose.
La la la, de de da
La da de de da, da dum..
Sing us a song now, Max Rebo Band
sing us a song tonight
'cause we're all in the mood for a melody
except Solo, who's in carbonite.
Now Jabba the Hutt is a friend of mine
he gives me my life for free
And because he's a Hutt, why, we all kiss his bu*t
or the rancor will have us for tea.
He said "Bo Shuda, offom da Tukatti!"
as he stuffed a frog into his face
but we don't know a woid, 'cause he shot the talkdroid
So we'll smile and nod, just in case.
Sing us a song now, Max Rebo Band
sing us a song tonight
'cause we're all in the mood for a melody
except Solo, who's in carbonite.
Sy Snootles is our favourite vocalist
her face, it ain't launching no ships.
Don't know why it behove her to go kiss a hoover
but that's how she got those wierd lips.
A Gammorean guard is headbu*ting bricks
as another one gnaws on a bone
and I don't know which has less intelligence
either those two big thugs or the stone.
Oh, La la la da, de de da
La la de de da, da dum..
Sing us a song now, Max Rebo Band
sing us a song tonight
'cause we're all in the mood for a melody
except Solo, who's in carbonite.
It's a pretty good crowd, here at Jabba's place
it's a k**ing, that's why we're all here
we'll sail over the dune to the pit of Carkoon
and we'll toss someone in with a cheer.
'Cause we've got a new droid on the pedestal
and a man in black's come in the door
he just pointed a gun over Salicious Crumb
and then promptly fell through the floor.
Oh, La la la da, de de da
La la de de da, da dum..
Sing us a song now, Max Rebo Band
sing us a song tonight
for the last of the Jedi is down below
and the rancor is gripping him tight