Tribbles EP Lyrics |
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The Trouble With Tribbles (Patrick)
What’s the trouble with tribbles?
Small, furry creatures, purr when you hold ’em
Calm the central nervous system
No apparent use, except being cute
Ravenous eaters, yet they have no teeth
Big fans of Quadrotriticalie
A unique and curious species
They are not overbearing, tin-plated or swaggering
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
Ensign Chekov made a little joke, very little
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
Mr. Spock claims their calming purr on him has no effect
Born to be pregnant, near fifty percent
Of their metabolism geared toward
Having more, and more, and more
Take them out clubbing, keep away Klingons
Just don’t leave them unattended
In your storage or your food processors
They are not garbage scow or Denebian slime devils
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
Mr. Scott made a sad pun we’d all like to forget
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
Captain Kirk should relax with a ton dropped on his head
No delusions of godhood, but they’ll leave you in a good mood
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
What a day, they just keep eating everything away
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
What a day, they just keep breeding exponentially
That’s the trouble with tribbles
Instrumentation:
Patrick O’Connor: Lead Vocals, Ukelele, Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar
Noah Butler: Bass Guitar
Mike Rittenhouse: Trumpet, Rhythm Guitar
Chris Spurgin: Glockenspiel, Backing Vocal
Andy Fark: Drums & Percussion
Additional contributions:
Savannah O’Connor: Tribble coos
Small, furry creatures, purr when you hold ’em
Calm the central nervous system
No apparent use, except being cute
Ravenous eaters, yet they have no teeth
Big fans of Quadrotriticalie
A unique and curious species
They are not overbearing, tin-plated or swaggering
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
Ensign Chekov made a little joke, very little
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
Mr. Spock claims their calming purr on him has no effect
Born to be pregnant, near fifty percent
Of their metabolism geared toward
Having more, and more, and more
Take them out clubbing, keep away Klingons
Just don’t leave them unattended
In your storage or your food processors
They are not garbage scow or Denebian slime devils
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
Mr. Scott made a sad pun we’d all like to forget
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
Captain Kirk should relax with a ton dropped on his head
No delusions of godhood, but they’ll leave you in a good mood
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
What a day, they just keep eating everything away
What’s the trouble, what’s the trouble with tribbles?
What a day, they just keep breeding exponentially
That’s the trouble with tribbles
Instrumentation:
Patrick O’Connor: Lead Vocals, Ukelele, Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar
Noah Butler: Bass Guitar
Mike Rittenhouse: Trumpet, Rhythm Guitar
Chris Spurgin: Glockenspiel, Backing Vocal
Andy Fark: Drums & Percussion
Additional contributions:
Savannah O’Connor: Tribble coos
The Trouble With Tribbles (Noah)
Well this day couldn’t get any worse.
Let me tell you what happened first.
At the K-7 lounge, I was selling my wares, and
The bartender was lowballing the deal.
Then along came this beauty who helped close the sale, and
I quickly saw the fortune I could yield.
(Whoa)’Cause I’ve got what you want.
(Whoa)At the fairest price.
(Whoa)The only love money can buy.
Thought I’d profit from this.
Thought I’d profit from this.
Yeah, they breed quickly, sure.
That’s how I keep this up.
Yeah, and that six cred a head can sure build up.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
‘Cause I’ve got what you want.
(Whoa)At the fairest price.
(Whoa)The only love money can buy.
Well, this day has been such a wreck.
Let me tell you what happened next.
Well the freaks and the feds, well
They start to butt heads, and
A fight breaks out, but at least the drinks were an the house.
And chaos avails, but
It ain’t no good on sales, and
It’s only a matter of time before I get nailed
(Whoa)’Cause I’ve got what you want.
(Whoa)At the fairest price.
(Whoa)The only love money can buy.
Thought I’d profit from this.
No way I profit from this.
Yeah, I catch flack from the feds,
Who are overly stressed.
Now I’ve broken no laws.
Why do they come down hard?
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Whoa
I’m living marginal at best,
But at least I had my ship.
At least I had my name.
There was always the thrill of the hunt,
The thrill of the find,
And the thrill of the sale.
After all I did to help the feds,
Seventeen to life cleaning up this mess.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Come back again, I’m Cyrano Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
I’ve got what you want.
(Whoa)At the fairest price.
(Whoa)The only love money can buy.
Instrumentation:
Noah Butler: Lead Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Chris Spurgin: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocal
Patrick O’Connor: Lead Guitar, Backing Vocal
Mike Rittenhouse: Keyboard
Andy Fark: Drums
Let me tell you what happened first.
At the K-7 lounge, I was selling my wares, and
The bartender was lowballing the deal.
Then along came this beauty who helped close the sale, and
I quickly saw the fortune I could yield.
(Whoa)’Cause I’ve got what you want.
(Whoa)At the fairest price.
(Whoa)The only love money can buy.
Thought I’d profit from this.
Thought I’d profit from this.
Yeah, they breed quickly, sure.
That’s how I keep this up.
Yeah, and that six cred a head can sure build up.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
‘Cause I’ve got what you want.
(Whoa)At the fairest price.
(Whoa)The only love money can buy.
Well, this day has been such a wreck.
Let me tell you what happened next.
Well the freaks and the feds, well
They start to butt heads, and
A fight breaks out, but at least the drinks were an the house.
And chaos avails, but
It ain’t no good on sales, and
It’s only a matter of time before I get nailed
(Whoa)’Cause I’ve got what you want.
(Whoa)At the fairest price.
(Whoa)The only love money can buy.
Thought I’d profit from this.
No way I profit from this.
Yeah, I catch flack from the feds,
Who are overly stressed.
Now I’ve broken no laws.
Why do they come down hard?
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Whoa
I’m living marginal at best,
But at least I had my ship.
At least I had my name.
There was always the thrill of the hunt,
The thrill of the find,
And the thrill of the sale.
After all I did to help the feds,
Seventeen to life cleaning up this mess.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
Come back again, I’m Cyrano Jones.
Thank you for shopping Jones.
I’ve got what you want.
(Whoa)At the fairest price.
(Whoa)The only love money can buy.
Instrumentation:
Noah Butler: Lead Vocals, Rhythm Guitar
Chris Spurgin: Bass Guitar, Backing Vocal
Patrick O’Connor: Lead Guitar, Backing Vocal
Mike Rittenhouse: Keyboard
Andy Fark: Drums
The Trouble With Tribbles (Chris)
Showed up on the Enterprise, ready to bring happiness to all,
Furry, soft, pleasant, and nice to you.
We’ll eat some food. We’ll multiply, so make some room for our friends.
We’ll be so many, all will want two.
We’ll purr for you.
Our trilling soothes.
You won’t ever want to part with us.
One million, seven hundred seventy-one thousand, five hundred and sixty-one,
multiplicative proclivities none could foresee.
There’s no restraint, no natural predators, the cork has been removed.
The proverbial genie has been set free.
This loving brood.
You’ll love us too.
Only the Klingons won’t approve.
We are Tribbles. We’ll be no trouble.
We’re Tribbles. You’ll love us too.
We are Tribbles. We’ll be no trouble.
We’re Tribbles. You’ll love us too.
For now we’ll stick around, we’ll have some fun, and then we’ll be moving on.
There’s only so much Quadrotriticale.
We’ll eat ourselves to death or just get stuffed and laze around on the bridge.
We find that high-yield grain so filling.
Just one request.
If we’ve annoyed,
Please don’t transport us into the void.
We are Tribbles. We’ll be no trouble.
We’re Tribbles. You’ll love us too.
We are Tribbles. We’ll be no trouble.
We’re Tribbles. You’ll love us too.
Ba ba ba ba baaa, ba da ba ba ba.
Instrumentation
Chris Spurgin: Lead Vocals, Guitar
Patrick O’Connor: Backing Vocals, Bass
Mike Rittenhouse: Backing Vocals, Lead Guitar
Noah Butler: Backing Vocals, Keyboards
Andy Fark: Drums & Percussion
Additional backing vocals provided by:
Ruby Rittenhouse
Furry, soft, pleasant, and nice to you.
We’ll eat some food. We’ll multiply, so make some room for our friends.
We’ll be so many, all will want two.
We’ll purr for you.
Our trilling soothes.
You won’t ever want to part with us.
One million, seven hundred seventy-one thousand, five hundred and sixty-one,
multiplicative proclivities none could foresee.
There’s no restraint, no natural predators, the cork has been removed.
The proverbial genie has been set free.
This loving brood.
You’ll love us too.
Only the Klingons won’t approve.
We are Tribbles. We’ll be no trouble.
We’re Tribbles. You’ll love us too.
We are Tribbles. We’ll be no trouble.
We’re Tribbles. You’ll love us too.
For now we’ll stick around, we’ll have some fun, and then we’ll be moving on.
There’s only so much Quadrotriticale.
We’ll eat ourselves to death or just get stuffed and laze around on the bridge.
We find that high-yield grain so filling.
Just one request.
If we’ve annoyed,
Please don’t transport us into the void.
We are Tribbles. We’ll be no trouble.
We’re Tribbles. You’ll love us too.
We are Tribbles. We’ll be no trouble.
We’re Tribbles. You’ll love us too.
Ba ba ba ba baaa, ba da ba ba ba.
Instrumentation
Chris Spurgin: Lead Vocals, Guitar
Patrick O’Connor: Backing Vocals, Bass
Mike Rittenhouse: Backing Vocals, Lead Guitar
Noah Butler: Backing Vocals, Keyboards
Andy Fark: Drums & Percussion
Additional backing vocals provided by:
Ruby Rittenhouse
The Trouble With Tribbles (Mike)
Have you ever wondered just what to do
When the Federation is face-to-face with you?
When their getting in your face and in your way
And you’re so pissed off you don’t know what to say?
Well, you’ve probably needed educated for a while
About how to deal with them crampin’ yo style
Shut up and listen to the tale we tell
And pay attention as we introduce ourselves
The call me Korax. I serve aboard the Gr’oth
I’m extremely loyal to Captain Koloth.
I’ve always got his back in any fight
We share a blood oath
You might say they’re tight
We were in a pub to grab some grub
When a couple of Earthers started something up
I put ‘em in their place and left their face a mess
They just lucky I wasn’t packing a Bat’leth
I’m Koloth, Q’onos is where I’m from
And if you see me comin’? Yeah, boy, you better run
I’m warning you to stay outta my space
Or you’ll find a disruptor pointed at your face
I feel the need to warn you about the biggest jerk
He’s a pain in the ass and he goes by Kirk
He messes your shit up and he’s always in your grill
He’s the kind of asshole you just want to kill
Now a Klingon’s got his own way to mate
We don’t court or date or leave it up to fate
The nastier the girl, the more we think she’s fine
And it doesn’t hurt if you have a little Blood Wine
When I want her bad I just start a fight
And before you know it she’s spent the night
We don’t care at all what she has to say
That’s for the humans not the Klingon way
That’s the trouble. The trouble with humans.
Y’all say “Who’s that?” listen up it’s Kor
Now shut up, I’m gonna tell you what for.
I had my own spat with Kirk a while back
You all know Organia?
Yeah we done occupied that
Until Kirk and Spock lied and I got dissed
They done blew up my guns and got Organians pissed
If they hadn’t forced peace we woulda won
Then in a flash of light they were all just gone
Let me tell you about Kras, he was a badass
Till the day that he and Kirk crossed paths
On Kapella IV he had it under control
When along came that cowardly human troll
Spreading lies about Kras to the people there
Stopping Ma’ab from becoming Te’er
Kras tried to save the Kapellans’ day
But instead he just got blown away
That’s the trouble. The trouble with humans.
Now, my name is Arne D and I’m really pissed
After one mistake I just got dismissed
I was cooking up a deal at K7 Station
When I got Spock-Blocked by the Federation
I had a master plan you might think was insane
I Snuck aboard K7 and I poisoned the grain
Along came Kirk and those Tribbles, man
I got my ass made and they foiled the plan
If you had your chance to go back in time?
I’d put a bomb in the grain and end Kirk’s life
I hope you all learned a lesson about our way to rumble
Don’t mess with humans, they ain’t nothin but trouble
The trouble with humans.
That’s the trouble. The trouble with humans.
Instrumentation:
Mike Rittenhouse: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Beats & Scratches
Noah Butler: Vocals, Beats
Andy Fark: Vocals, Beats
Chris Spurgin: Vocals
Patrick O’Connor: Guitar, Backing Vocals
When the Federation is face-to-face with you?
When their getting in your face and in your way
And you’re so pissed off you don’t know what to say?
Well, you’ve probably needed educated for a while
About how to deal with them crampin’ yo style
Shut up and listen to the tale we tell
And pay attention as we introduce ourselves
The call me Korax. I serve aboard the Gr’oth
I’m extremely loyal to Captain Koloth.
I’ve always got his back in any fight
We share a blood oath
You might say they’re tight
We were in a pub to grab some grub
When a couple of Earthers started something up
I put ‘em in their place and left their face a mess
They just lucky I wasn’t packing a Bat’leth
I’m Koloth, Q’onos is where I’m from
And if you see me comin’? Yeah, boy, you better run
I’m warning you to stay outta my space
Or you’ll find a disruptor pointed at your face
I feel the need to warn you about the biggest jerk
He’s a pain in the ass and he goes by Kirk
He messes your shit up and he’s always in your grill
He’s the kind of asshole you just want to kill
Now a Klingon’s got his own way to mate
We don’t court or date or leave it up to fate
The nastier the girl, the more we think she’s fine
And it doesn’t hurt if you have a little Blood Wine
When I want her bad I just start a fight
And before you know it she’s spent the night
We don’t care at all what she has to say
That’s for the humans not the Klingon way
That’s the trouble. The trouble with humans.
Y’all say “Who’s that?” listen up it’s Kor
Now shut up, I’m gonna tell you what for.
I had my own spat with Kirk a while back
You all know Organia?
Yeah we done occupied that
Until Kirk and Spock lied and I got dissed
They done blew up my guns and got Organians pissed
If they hadn’t forced peace we woulda won
Then in a flash of light they were all just gone
Let me tell you about Kras, he was a badass
Till the day that he and Kirk crossed paths
On Kapella IV he had it under control
When along came that cowardly human troll
Spreading lies about Kras to the people there
Stopping Ma’ab from becoming Te’er
Kras tried to save the Kapellans’ day
But instead he just got blown away
That’s the trouble. The trouble with humans.
Now, my name is Arne D and I’m really pissed
After one mistake I just got dismissed
I was cooking up a deal at K7 Station
When I got Spock-Blocked by the Federation
I had a master plan you might think was insane
I Snuck aboard K7 and I poisoned the grain
Along came Kirk and those Tribbles, man
I got my ass made and they foiled the plan
If you had your chance to go back in time?
I’d put a bomb in the grain and end Kirk’s life
I hope you all learned a lesson about our way to rumble
Don’t mess with humans, they ain’t nothin but trouble
The trouble with humans.
That’s the trouble. The trouble with humans.
Instrumentation:
Mike Rittenhouse: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Beats & Scratches
Noah Butler: Vocals, Beats
Andy Fark: Vocals, Beats
Chris Spurgin: Vocals
Patrick O’Connor: Guitar, Backing Vocals
The Trouble With Tribbles (Andy)
Priority One distress call
from K-7. Who has the gall?
Baris says it might get kinda crazy.
We have to escort the quadrotriticale.
Klingons on board, there might be a fight.
Just excercising their shore leave rights.
One guard for every Klingon on the station
to avoid an incident and diffuse the situation
Chekov and Uhura hangin’ out at the bar
Cyrrano’s got something under his arm
It’s furry and it’s purring and hers for free
Back aboard the ship there’s a discovery
They’re born pregnant, reproducing like wild
Every 20 seconds there’s a new tribble child
Back at the bar, the Klingons try to get a rise
Scotty gets pissed when they insult the Enterprise
CHORUS:
The Trouble With Tribbles
So cute at first and then they multiply
The Trouble With Tribbles
They’re fillin’ up the ship. When will they ever die?
Kirk wants to know who started the mess
Scotty steps up and has to confess
Tribbles everywhere, in the captain’s seat
Back in the hull they ate all the wheat
The cargo’s poisoned, all the tribbles are dead
Millions of tribbles piled up to Kirk’s head
Baris is upset that the shipment’s delayed
Little does he know that he’s been betrayed
CHORUS
The tribbles like everyone
They don’t like Klingons
They like Vulcans
They like you, Mr. Baris. There’s no accounting for taste.
They….don’t like you, Mr. Darvin
CHORUS
Instrumentation:
Andy Fark: Lead Vocals, Drums
Patrick O’Connor: Backing Vocals, Guitar, Lead Guitar
Noah Butler: Backing Vocals, Bass
Mike Rittenhouse: Backing Vocals, Guitar
Chris Spurgin: Backing Vocals
Additional vocals provided by:
Holly Butler
from K-7. Who has the gall?
Baris says it might get kinda crazy.
We have to escort the quadrotriticale.
Klingons on board, there might be a fight.
Just excercising their shore leave rights.
One guard for every Klingon on the station
to avoid an incident and diffuse the situation
Chekov and Uhura hangin’ out at the bar
Cyrrano’s got something under his arm
It’s furry and it’s purring and hers for free
Back aboard the ship there’s a discovery
They’re born pregnant, reproducing like wild
Every 20 seconds there’s a new tribble child
Back at the bar, the Klingons try to get a rise
Scotty gets pissed when they insult the Enterprise
CHORUS:
The Trouble With Tribbles
So cute at first and then they multiply
The Trouble With Tribbles
They’re fillin’ up the ship. When will they ever die?
Kirk wants to know who started the mess
Scotty steps up and has to confess
Tribbles everywhere, in the captain’s seat
Back in the hull they ate all the wheat
The cargo’s poisoned, all the tribbles are dead
Millions of tribbles piled up to Kirk’s head
Baris is upset that the shipment’s delayed
Little does he know that he’s been betrayed
CHORUS
The tribbles like everyone
They don’t like Klingons
They like Vulcans
They like you, Mr. Baris. There’s no accounting for taste.
They….don’t like you, Mr. Darvin
CHORUS
Instrumentation:
Andy Fark: Lead Vocals, Drums
Patrick O’Connor: Backing Vocals, Guitar, Lead Guitar
Noah Butler: Backing Vocals, Bass
Mike Rittenhouse: Backing Vocals, Guitar
Chris Spurgin: Backing Vocals
Additional vocals provided by:
Holly Butler
Happy Birthday, George Takei
Well, my bandmates call me “Sulu” though I wear a captain’s shirt
It’s not a term of endearment, but my feelings aren’t hurt
Yes, we all know who’s captain in the alternate universe
Mr. Takei, today we shall honor your birth
Along with Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu did thrive
As they set phasers on stun at the helm of the Enterprise
So whether raising shields or having new tactics devised
Our favorite helmsman took us for a wild ride
George Takei
We celebrate
The 23rd century’s samurai of outerspace
What a guy
Happy birthday
George Takei
So whether you quote Shakespeare or you don a green beret
Coming out or staying in, Five Year Mission just wants to say
Whether you’re teaching swordsmanship to a superhero son
Or knocking off the captain, it’s a job well done
George Takei
We celebrate
The 23rd century’s samurai of outerspace
What a guy
Happy birthday
George Takei
Instrumentation:
Patrick: Lead Vocal and Guitar
Mike: Lead Guitar
Chris: Backing Vocal, Keyboard and Percussion
Noah: Bass guitar
Andy: Drums
It’s not a term of endearment, but my feelings aren’t hurt
Yes, we all know who’s captain in the alternate universe
Mr. Takei, today we shall honor your birth
Along with Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu did thrive
As they set phasers on stun at the helm of the Enterprise
So whether raising shields or having new tactics devised
Our favorite helmsman took us for a wild ride
George Takei
We celebrate
The 23rd century’s samurai of outerspace
What a guy
Happy birthday
George Takei
So whether you quote Shakespeare or you don a green beret
Coming out or staying in, Five Year Mission just wants to say
Whether you’re teaching swordsmanship to a superhero son
Or knocking off the captain, it’s a job well done
George Takei
We celebrate
The 23rd century’s samurai of outerspace
What a guy
Happy birthday
George Takei
Instrumentation:
Patrick: Lead Vocal and Guitar
Mike: Lead Guitar
Chris: Backing Vocal, Keyboard and Percussion
Noah: Bass guitar
Andy: Drums