Great Dewback Rider
(to the tune of "Paperback Writer")


Great dewback rider (rider, rider)

Dear Sir or Sergeant, will you hear my plea?
I'm a raw recruit, but this is my dream:
I want to ride thru the sandy dunes,
I'm a stormtrooper, but I want to be a great dewback rider.
Great dewback rider!

If the brass approves, I'll train long and tough,
There's no desert world that'll be too rough.
I'll join the ranks of the Empire's elite,
I'm a loyal clone, but I want to be a great dewback rider.
Great dewback rider!

Great dewback rider (rider, rider)

Saddle up the beast, and he'll soon be tame,
He'll come galloping when I call his name.
I'll take the reins, and we'll ride 'til dawn,
I'm a foot soldier, but I want to be a great dewback rider.
Great dewback rider!

I'll patrol with pride thru Mos Eisley streets,
I'll command respect from all those I meet.
I'll search high and low for those pesky droids,
I'll win Vader's praise, 'cause I want to be a great dewback rider.
Great dewback rider!

Great dewback rider (rider, rider)

Great dewback rider (great dewback rider)
Great dewback rider (great dewback rider)
Great dewback rider (great dewback rider)
Great dewback rider (great dewback rider)
(fade out)