To the tune of "Copocabana" by the Barry Manilow
Filked by Echo & Gator

His name was Solo, he was a smuggler
With brown waves in his hair, and a bloodstripe down to there
He flew the spacelanes, 'long with Chewbacca
Thoguh they always travelled far, they landed in this bar.
They looked across the floor,
And hoped that they might score,
They were young and they had each other, who could ask for more?

At the Mos Eisley (Mo!), Mos Eisley Cantina,
The most wretched hive of scum and villany north of Anchorhead.
At the Mos Eisley (Mo!), Mos Eisley Cantina,
Credits and blasters would save who was faster,
At Mos Eisley... They met their fate.

His name was Greedo, he was a Rodian
He looked over from his chair, he saw Solo dealing there
When Solo finished, he wandered over
But Greedo went a bit too far, Solo shot under the bar
Then ol' Greedo was slew,
His sternum burnt in two,
There was death in a single blast bolt, oh wait! Was there two?

At the Mos Eisley (Mo!), Mos Eisley Cantina,
The most wretched hive of scum and villany north of Anchorhead.
At the Mos Eisley (Mo!), Mos Eisley Cantina,
Credits and blasters would save who was faster,
At Mos Eisley... he met his brother-in-law.
(Mos Eisley... Mos Eisley... Credits and blasters would save who was faster...)

His name was Solo, he was a smuggler
But that was fifteen years ago, when his life was not so slow
now he's a housedad. Yes! We mean Solo!
In that vest he used to wear, greying edges in his hair
He cleans the house real fine,
And helps his wife unwind.
He lost his youth and he has now purpose,
Has Bantam lost their mind?

At the Mos Eisley (Mo!), Mos Eisley Cantina,
The most wretched hive of scum and villany north of Anchorhead.
At the Mos Eisley (Mo!), Mos Eisley Cantina,
Credits and blasters would save who was faster,
At Mos Eisley... (disgusted snort)