Genie!Bones singing ‘Captain Kirk’ to the tune of Prince Ali tho
captain kirk, fabulous jerk
can’t keep his damn shirt on
fights like ten illogical men
fascinatingly
he faced the galloping gorn
that’s yet another shirt torn
the ship’s tailor wishes he’d never been born!
that’s captain kirk
he’s got seventy-five cooing tribbles
(he’s got the tribbles. we’ve got the tribbles.)
as for klingons, he’s fought fifty three
(your diet, jim. your diet, jim.)
his captain’s logs are written in scribbles
(you’ll drive a man to drink, jim, my god)
we bow to his charm, no need for alarm
boldly going where he may lead—
angels and ministers of mercy defend me. i’m a doctor, not a goddamn genie, jim!