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Kitster's Song Lyrics


Trevor Moore Kitster's Song




Grew up in a desert town - not a lot to do
Didn't have anything except you had me and I had you
We might have been slaves, but together we felt like kings
I didn't fully appreciate how wizard things 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

[Chorus]
Do you think of me at all in your big 'ol Death Star ball
Do you think about ol' Kitster, I'm sitting waiting for your call
And I wonder how you are in the Wars amongst the Stars
Do you think about ol' Kitster in this old Mos Eisley bar

I remember when you said your midichlorians were more than anyone had ever seen
I must admit it I did not really get in it, 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 that when public oppinion 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 "everyone, it's not rush to judge, man, 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

[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge]
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 got this crazy homless pervert
We call him ben
Couple years ago we caught him following around this local boy again
We ran him off and we took the boy back to his uncle Owen and Aunt Baru
But 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 ol' Kitster, I'm sitting waiting for your call
And I wonder how you are in your home up in the stars
Do you think about ol' Kitster in this old Mos Eisley bar



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