Sailing on through Starfield Eleven
Mr Checkov, give me warp Factor Seven
Mr Spock’s picked up an SOS
‘Captain, some silly alien’s
Got themselves in a mess!’

Beam me up – Beam me up
Beam me up, Scotty

Sent back in time – to learn about the past
And now that we’re here – we’re all running pretty fast
A dinosaur us land – and he wants us for his lunch
But we don’t want to be – no dinosaurus brunch

Beam us up – Beam us up
Beam us up, Scotty

Beam me up, Scotty – Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up, Scotty – Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up – Beam me up – Beam me up, Scotty

Arrested on charges – of coming from the future
The sheriff’s got me – locked up in jail
I haven’t been born yet – so I can’t get no bail
And I’ve got five hundred years – of sewing up the mail

Beam me up – Beam me up
Beam me up, Scotty

There’s some three-headed monster – without any brain
Six smelly armpits – and breath like a drain
He’s drinking neat acid – passing sulphuric rain
‘Can you take all of this – without any pain?’

Beam me up – Beam me up
Beam me up, Scotty

Beam me up, Scotty – Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up, Scotty – Beam me up, Scotty
Beam me up – Beam me up – Beam me up, Scotty

Beam me up – Beam me up – Beam me up – Sco – ttee

[Spoken] Beam me up, Scotty!