Intro

作词:Blackmon, Griffin
Captain, the transporters ready
That's hip
Lieutenant
Marvin, what is the condition of the planets surface?
It is difficult to be precise
However, my instruments indicate
A condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading rapidly throughout the population
Highly illogical,
CaptainA bunch of stiffs, huh?
Well, set coordinates for, ah
Chocolate
City, and have a landing party of
Nine men beam down immiediately, with phasers set on funk-funk