The inspiration for this bit of randomness is threefold: one, the unhealthy obsession that my childhood best friend and I had for the Travolta/Newton-John movie; two, the merging of Jeff Conaway's career-bookends, "Keneckie" and "Zack Allen"; and three, the sudden auditory hallucination of Ambassador Delenn singing, "Appropriately Devoted to You". After that, there was no sleep to be had until the whole thing played out. True Greasers will see there's still a lot of territory to fill in.

The disturbing part is the number of lines that needed little filking...which says a lot about the alienation of teenagers in the 1950's, if nothing else!

Anyway, enjoy.

( Space is the word... )

With thanks to the Python crew...or apologies...

We’re knights of the round station,
We welcome every nation
We work for peace and liberty
Despite our reputation.
We live well here on Babylon,
Even with all the rabble on.

We’re knights of the round station,
We’ve plenty a mutation
Which helps a bit when given scripts
That stretch imagination.
We’re all alert on Babylon:
We sleep with our communicators
Onnnnn…

(tweedlesquirge)

(“Go ahead, C&C”)

In war we’re fair and prudent
If but a tad impudent
Between our quests we entertain guests
And scan them though we shouldn’t.
It’s a busy life on Babylon,
Lucky us, we’ve got Sheridan.

“How ya doin’ Scully?", “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
And all the mutants say I got style – for an X-file.

Raz, dva, tri, chetyre pyat' shest' sem'

You know it’s kinda hard being Spooky and the Dame
We do the dirty work and we take home all the blame
Livin’ on the edge for the truth we seek
From Government Conspiracy to Monster of the Week

So don’t look back, it’s a surprise attack,
You know you really can’t kill ‘em anyway,
Gonna spike his neck, what the heck,
Do ya wanna believe or no frickin’ way?
It’s so unreal, the way they feel,
But they’ll have to put it off for another day--
The world needs savin’, so
Hey, hey, do that Spooky thing!

“How ya doin’ Scully?", “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
“How ya doin’ Scully?", “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
“How ya doin’ Scully?", “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
And all the mutants say I got style – for an X-file.

He’s head-to-toe Armani, she’s five feet of Karan
Gonna bust some Alien butt as stylin’ as they can
But get her in the morgue with a scalpel in her hand
And she’s slicin’ up and dicin’ up and ain’t life grand!

So don’t look back, it’s a surprise attack,
You know you really can’t kill ‘em anyway,
Gonna spike his neck, what the heck,
Do ya wanna believe or no frickin’ way?
It’s so unreal, the way they feel,
But they’ll have to put it off for another day--
The world needs savin’, so
Hey, hey, do that Spooky thing!

Now he’s back among the living, yeah, hurt real bad
But he’s breathin’ on his own and he’s gonna be a dad
Buncha bad guys aced their own bad selves
So tonight we’re gonna party like December 2012!

“How ya doin’ Scully?", “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
“How ya doin’ Scully?", “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
“How ya doin’ Scully?", “I’m fine! I’m fine!”
And all the mutants say I got style – for an X-file.

Raz, dva, tri, chetyre pyat' shest' sem'

So don’t look back, it’s a surprise attack,
You know you really can’t kill ‘em anyway,
Gonna spike his neck, what the heck,
Do ya wanna believe or no frickin’ way?
It’s so unreal, this way they feel,
And they ain’t gonna wait for another day--
The world needs savin’,
Mulder is ravin’,
But it’s time to feed that cravin’
Hey, hey, do that Spooky thing!