Elon's privateers
Elon's Privateers (with apologies to the late great Stan Rogers) Oh the year was twenty-seventy-eight How I wish I was in Phobos now A letter of marque came from Elon To the scummiest Tesla I've ever seen CHORUS God damn them all I was told we’d cruise the skies for Earthican gold We’d fire no guns, shed no tears Now I’m a broken man on a Martian pier The last of Elon’s Privateers O damn that Elon cried the town How I wish I was in Phobos now For twenty brave men all spacemen who Would make for him the Tesla's crew CHORUS The Cybertruck was a sickening sight How I wish I was in Phobos now She’d list to the port and her tires in rags And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags CHORUS On Elon’s birthday we put to sea How I wish I was in Phobos now Ninety-one days to Kuiper Belt Pumping like madmen all the way CHORUS On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again How I wish I was in Phobos now When a great big Starship hove in sight With our cracked RPGs we made to fight