The Vamp of Centauri
copyright ©2004 by Blind Lemming Chiffon
Tune: Hard-Hearted Hannah (Yelten, Ager, Bigelow & Bates)

 
Alpha Centauri, Alpha Centauri,
All of its suns are nice and warm.
The climate's nice, if somewhat bland,
But there's just one thing I canšt understand:
They've got a gal there, at least one gal there,
She's colder than a meteor swarm.
She's got a heart like a frozen clone.
All the spacemen let her alone.

I want to go on safari with the vamp of Centauri,
The meanest gal in space.
Titanium is tough, but this gal's heart is tougher.
She's the kind that makes the wookies cry and scream and suffer.
She'll tease 'em, excite 'em, then injure and bite 'em,
But they always come back for more.
An evening spent with this gal sitting on your lap
Is like warping into hyperspace without a map.
I'll never be sorry I love the vamp of Centauri,
The meanest gal in space.

My eyes are gettin' starry over the vamp of Centauri,
The coldest gal in space.
Talk about your cold, sadistic cryogenic ladies:
She makes liquid nitrogen seem twice as hot as Hades.
She'll lure 'em and thrill 'em, then maybe she'll kill 'em,
Or have 'em send out for pizza.
Her glance could make you want to go to Pluto on vacation.
Just one kiss will put you in suspended animation.
I'd even trade my Atari for the vamp of Centauri,
The meanest gal in space.