It Is Time To Dance

GUEST POSTER: Oola: Dancer and Singer at Jabba The Hutt's Palace


TURN ON: BIG GUYS
TURN OFFS: BEING FED TO A RANCOR

The clones have invited me to be the singer/DJ at their annual dance off. I didn’t even know they danced. This should be great. I hope you like my first song, Jabba Got Back*


I like big Hutts and I can not lie
You other dancer can’t deny
That when Jabba waddles in with a itty bitty tail
And his round belly looking like a whale


WE LIKE THE NIGHTLIFE

You get sprung, wanna dance out your stuff
Cause you notice that Hut was stuffed
Deep in the G, he’s wearing
I’m hooked and can’t stop staring
Oh Jabba, I don’t want you to ignore
That I am not food for a Rancor
My home girls tried to warn me
But that sexy Hutt makes me feel so horny


DANCING OLD SCHOOL MANDOLORIAN STYLE

Ooh, Bump-o’slime-skin
You say you wanna me to bend
Well, use me, use me
‘Cause I ain’t you’re usual groupy
You’ve seen me dancin’
The heck with romancin’
I’ve got sweat and I’m wet
Chasing you like I’m a Fett
I’m tired of the holo’zines
Saying that skinny Hutts are the thing
Take the average dancer and ask her that
Hutts gotta pack much back
Jabba got back!


THAT’S THE WAY, UH HUH, WE LIKE IT.

See you at next years Clone Dance off!



*With apologies to Sir Mix A Lot