we are the bork lower your shields and surrender your ships your technological and biological distinctiveness shall be added to our own your culture shall adept to serve us resistance is futile
I''m the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous, My beats are fat, the birds are on my back, And I'm horny, I'm horny.
And my balls are always bouncing, My ballroom always full. And everybody comes and comes again! If your name is on the guest list No-one can take you higher Everybody says I've got GREAT BALLS OF FIRE