>Some folks are born made to wave the force
>Ooh, they're more mystical than you
>And when the band plays March to the Emperor
>Ooh, they point the laser cannon at you, Lord
>It ain't sheev, it ain't sheev
>I am the senate alone, son
>It ain't sheev, it ain't sheev
>I ain't no fortunate clone, no
>Some folks are born lightsaber in hand
>Lord, they can't save themselves, no
>But when Lord Vader come' to the door
>Lord, this station lookin' like a wookie latrine, yeah
>It ain't sheev, it ain't sheev
>I am the senate alone, son
>It ain't sheev, it ain't sheev
>I ain't no fortunate clone, no
>Yeah, some Jedi inherit star-travelin' lives
>Ooh, they send you planetside to war, Lord
>And when you ask 'em, "How many clones we give?"
>Ooh, they only answer "More, more, more!"
>It ain't sheev, it ain't sheev
>I ain't no Republic clone, son
>It ain't sheev, it ain't sheev
>I ain't no fortunate clone, clone
>It ain't sheev, it ain't sheev
>I ain't no fortunate clone, no no
>It ain't sheev, it ain't sheev
>I ain't no fortunate clone, no no no