Kitster's Song - 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