Dear Greedo
(to the tune of Dear Prudence)

Dear Greedo, won't you come out to play?
Dear Greedo, come and earn your pay.
The word is out: the Falcon's here.
Head to the bar, 'cause Solo's near.
Dear Greedo, won't you come out to play?

Dear Greedo, check the price on his head.
Dear Greedo, Jabba wants him alive or dead.
Don't rush yourself, patience is good.
Don't nab Solo before you should.
Dear Greedo, check the price upon his head.

Look around, round round round round...
Look around, round round round round...
Look around

Dear Greedo, heard you bought a gun.
Dear Greedo, heard it cost you a ton....
The gun is old, but hey, you're the buyer,
You best make sure it won't misfire.
Dear Greedo, heard you bought a gun.

Dear Greedo, you're wearing such a frown.
Dear Greedo, that smuggler scum shot you down.
The sun is up, Mos Eisley's hot,
the day's alive (but you are not)
Dear Greedo, how you wear that frown.