(copyright Steven Cavanagh 1993-2002)
His name was Solo, he was a smuggler
He flew the Falcon everywhere, with a two-meter lump of hair
he was in trouble, he owed to Jabba
he had to fix his credit flow, so there was just one place to go
a wretched hive, you see
of scum and villainy
The cantina in Mos Eisley was his destiny!
It was Solo, in the cantina
the beer, it don't come any greener
here with Solo, in the cantina
music and blasters and Sullustan pastas here with Solo!
He was in luck
His name was Greedo, he wore a blaster
He'd used it all across the land, and now he had it in his hand,
and he was waiting, waiting for Solo
when a commotion to his right looked like an entertaining fight
'Cause Doctor Evezan
wanted to do Luke in
When Kenobi pulled out a saber, Ponda lost a limb!
Here with Solo, in the cantina
it was when Luke was such a wiener
here with Solo, in the cantina
music and Wookiees and Rodian cookies here with Solo!
There was some blood
So later Greedo ran into Solo
poor Solo had nowhere to run, 'cause he was looking down a gun
and Greedo pushed him, back to the table
where Solo said he had a stash, and Greedo asked him for the cash
But Solo's gun went blam
and Greedo's head went slam
then Solo got up and left the table, left for Alderaan!
Here with Solo, in the cantina
you'll find every wierd Tattooiner
here with Solo, in the cantina
liquids distilling and infrequent killing here with Solo!
come try your luck
come try your luck