| Lyrics: | (copyright Steven Cavanagh 1993-2002)
Isn't it a great machine?
stretching up to the sky
It used to take Jawas from scene to scene
across Tattooine
There's some Bantha tracks up the canyon
Gaffi sticks in the sand
but only stormtroopers did this, I know
just look at the marks
Oh, servants of Darth.
Bright eyes
burning on the pyre
Bright eyes
how do you stand the smell
how come the guys that gave us Artoo
now have been blown to hell
Bright eyes.
I look at the time by the shadows
creeping over the sand
Luke should be back soon from where he flew
to flambe Beru
Both the droids are roasting the Jawas
They seem to be having fun
I guess if they captured and shot my butt
I'd roast 'em all, too
here, let me kick a few.
Bright eyes
burning on the pyre
Bright eyes
how do you stand the smell
how come the guys that gave us Artoo
now have been blown to hell
Bright eyes.
Bright eyes
burning on the pyre
Bright eyes
how do you stand the smell
how come the guys that gave us Artoo
now have been blown to hell
Bright eyes. |
