Kitster's Song Songtext
von Trevor Moore

Grew up in a desert town, not a lot to do.
Didn′t have anything, 'cept you had me, and I had you.
We might′ve been slaves, but together we felt like kings.
Didn't fully appreciate how wizard we had things

No matter how hard times got, you were there to help me through
And when you left this place, a piece of me, well it left with you.
I remember so clearly the last time I saw your face.
It was Boonta Eve, and you just won that pod race.

Do you think of me at all
In your big Ol' Death Star ball
Do you think about old Kitster
I′m sitting waiting for your call
And I wonder how you are
In that war among the stars
Do you think about old Kitster
In this old Mos Eisley bar


I remember when you said your
midichlorians were more than anyone had ever seen
I must admit that I did not really get
it, and it all sounded kinda stupid to me.
But I was proud of you, I saved me every clip
And I watched every time that you were on the news
Don′t you forget it that when public opinion shifted
I was still the loudest voice defending you

I even had your back, after the attack
When you went and killed all them kids
I said to everyone "lets not rush to judgement;
We don't know what them little kids did"
I even told people I was pretty sure it had nothing to do with race
When you helped murder one of the only black guys in outer space

But
Do you think of me at all
In your big Ol′ Death Star ball
Do you think about old Kitster
I'm sitting waiting for your call
And I wonder how you are
In that war among the stars
Do you think about old Kitster
In this old Mos Eisley bar

I know you′re big and important now
And your schedule is probably packed
But I sent you tons and tons of hologram requests
And I never got a holo back


In town we have this old crazy homeless pervert
We call him Ben
A couple years ago we caught him following around this local boy again
But we ran him off and I took the
boy back to his Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru
Just something about the way he smiled, made me think of you.

Do you think of me at all
In your big Ol' Death Star ball
Do you think about old Kitster
I′m sitting waiting for your call
And I wonder how you are
In that war among the stars
Do you think about old Kitster
In this old Mos Eisley bar