This one definitely started because Garak is too close to Hercules Mulligan to be ignored.
DS9 vs. Hamilton: Our Spot
DS9 won’t give away its spot
DS9 won’t give away its spot
You know like Bajor’s a planet
Our veins are full of granite
And we’re not giving away our spot
Got a Starfleet scholarship to Space College
I might seem to brag, and dag, Miles would slyly admonish
The problem is I got eugenic brains but no polish
My diagnoses sometimes absurd,
But with ev’ry word, I drop knowledge!
In a vacuum I’m a star, a twinkling piece of light
Tryin’ to make things right, my power is flight, and I’m out
of sight
Only 29 but my mind’s augmented
These Gamma Quadrant guys, demented, I sent it
Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage
New genes helped me manage, got my hypospray to brandish
No gagh- though I’m famished
The plan is to land this dart into a game
In space it’s always dark so let me spell out my name
I am the –
[BASHIR/SISKO/GARAK/O’BRIEN]
J-U-L-I-A-N B
Bashir, I’m here, meant to be
[BASHIR]
In deep space we’d run independently
But the Founders keep pounding on us endlessly
Essentially, they shapeshift relentlessly
Jem Hadar saying life equals victory
They ain’t never going to set their attendants free
So I will get them off the White, end their dependency
Enter me!
[O’BRIEN/GARAK/SISKO]
(He says in parentheses)
[BASHIR]
Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry PADD mentions me
I will crunch all the numbers to set us free
Eventually, if I’d just leave the holosuite
DS9 won’t give away its spot
DS9 won’t give away its spot
You know I’d just hate to pass ya
Light years beyond Cardassia
But we’re not giving away our spot
[BASHIR/GARAK/O’BRIEN/SISKO]
DS9 won’t give away its spot
DS9 won’t give away its spot
Try to oppress us like Bajor
We’ll throw a giant rager
But we’re not throwing away our spot
Quark, bring a round of shots!
[O’BRIEN]
I dream of life that’s like a fine whiskey
These machines’ unrest will be the death of me
Death of me? Which of me? Clone me, or prison me?
When I fight, I make the writers all torture me
With my-
[BASHIR/GARAK/O’BRIEN/SISKO]
Shot!
Yo I’m a tailor Cardassian
And I’ll tell the truth, an artful lie is my passion
I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewing some pants
I’ll take a rootbeer –
[BASHIR/GARAK/O’BRIEN/SISKO]
Shot!
[SISKO]
But we’ll never be truly free
‘Til we’re far beyond the stars and get past race inequality
Emissar’ with no hair - wait till I happen in
I’m what’s happenin’, scene-chewin’ hot black captain
Have another –
[BASHIR/GARAK/O’BRIEN/SISKO]
Shot!
[ODO]
Geniuses, check that tricorder
You know that the world’s in need of some kind of order
I’m with you, but your ears, like Quark’s, should be taut:
Don’t want your remains to get bought?
If you talk, you’ll get a phaser shot!
[BASHIR]
Odo, this isn’t Dom Jot
Mister O’Brien, you’re the best friend I got
Garak, your pants look hot
Sisko, your baseball I’ve caught
Let’s hatch a plot with more clones than Weyoun, Vorta or
not
The wormhole gods, what odds, would funnel us to this spot
Robbin’ the Prophets of their timeless wisdom, like it or
not
A bunch of merry Emissary Federation space opinionists?
Give me ammunition, show me where the damn Dominion is!
Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before!
I promise that I’m not that odd
[SISKO]
Let’s get this guy on the promenade!
[BASHIR/GARAK/O’BRIEN/SISKO]
DS9 won’t give away its spot
DS9 won’t give away its spot
Hey yo we’re tryin’ to have fun here
But Section 31’s here
Still we’re not giving away our spot
DS9 won’t give away its spot
DS9 won’t give away its spot
We’ve got nine lives like a Trill
It’s a symbiotic thrill
And we are not giving away our spot!
Everybody say - Whoa…
Morn, let ‘em hear ya – let’s go
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| ........ |
I say shout it to the pylons
Said to the pylons
Come on
Come on - Let’s go
[SISKO with KIRA backup]
Rise up!
When Cardassia takes your home you rise up
Knowing you’re not alone you rise up
Bless the orb on its throne and you rise up
Faith thrown to the unknown you rise up
Faith thrown to the unknown you rise up
Faith thrown to the unknown you rise up
Pah-wraiths groan but you’re stone you rise up
Rise up
[BASHIR]
I try saving lives so much, it’s a repeated melody
Will life-saving save me?
Can I sleep? With what they have made of me?
With my dad in prison and this schism of what I could be
It’s the curse of an eidetic memory
See, I thought discovery’d just end me
A facility’s where they’d just send me
Ask anybody- why I chose this path and I laugh, show you a
graph
I have to make redemption last, that’s plenty
Scratch that
This is not just personal improvement
When even Romulans stand with us
Our last-stand movement
Guls oppose us, we take a moral stand
We roll like Cochrane, first contact in our hand
And? With Federation independence?
Is that a guarantee the quadrant’s free of menace?
Cycle of vengeance, Sto’Vo’Kor for our descendants?
I know that clashin’ with Cardassians’ excitin’
But, people, between all the blastin’ and fightin’
Shuttles crashin’, it’s frightnin’
We need to really see our casualty inflation
Are we a nation in space? Where’s the space in our station?
I’m past patients and medics, fast losing patience
Station fights with Guls and Vedeks
Put in traction this task of creation
A casual tease, this place of casualties and sorrow
There’s no sunrise but please think of tomorrow, and
[EVERYONE]
DS9 won’t give away its spot
DS9 won’t give away its spot
It might have been Terok Nor
But it isn’t anymore
So we are not giving away our spot
We’re gonna rise up, if they take our spot
We’re gonna rise up,
if they take our spot
We’re gonna
[SISKO: Never take our spot!]
Rise up rise up
[ALL: Never take our spot!]
Our spot! Our spot!
Never take our spot!
Never take our spot!
And we are not giving away our
Not giving away our
Spot!
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