MC Chris - Rinkin' Around lyrics

I'm a Besalisk from the distant planet Ojom
The communes were too cold I
Badly wanted to go beyond
Outer space was calling and I couldn't resist
The Arctic's hard and harsh it's
A bitch I hardly miss
Get me on a space station nation unto it'self
I search for commerce in the
Farthest darkest reaches of hell
Get me off of this planet before
It's enslaved by the Hutts
Give me a fraction of the action
I've been waiting for months
I'm a cook it's a look that's easy to execute
Apron and a shirt pants don't
Hurt forget the shoes
My dream's to have a diner on
That planet that's a city
My dreams to find a girl that's
Not ashamed to be with me
Before I was an informant ran
A bar in Ord Sigatt
A cover for running guns I'm
A lover of selling shots
A prospector for a second on
A mine on Subterrel
Now I'm mining for what's mine
Only time will tell
Might seem a little freaky my
Hands are kinda greasy
My apron's a Pollock painting of stains
Might be sextupled limbed my
Scruples are super slim
Let's couple skate before it's too
Late in the game let's rink around with the
Four armed greasy guy
I know I may not seem appealing
But the feeling is right
You know I'm down with the
Sound your sexy disco style
You put a dart in my heart
I got Kit Fisto's smile

In the outland transit system I
Ran a dirty business
Met the needs of mercenaries who
Were scary and persistent
Bounty hunters took a number under
Stress I didn't want
Sold the rest to Jango Fett and
Then I left for Coruscant
Started selling donuts in the
Collective commerce district
You can score a death stick or
Whatever is the next fix
Hear a Bith play all the hit's
Dewback inn for sinful stalking
So many options you should stop
In cop my offerins often
In time it was a diner
Business grew with my whiskers
I eavesdrop and gossip nonstop 'cause
I'm the awesomest listener
We serve Jawa juice to new
Recruit's sliders to old timers
Impolite pod racers never tip their
Kind sure could be kinder
Got a unicycled serving droid
She doesn't like organics
I'll be spying while I'm frying
Hermione sighing at her antics
In a panic there was a purge I
Never liked the use of clones
The fact Kamino was kept secret
Was a weakness we condoned
Now I'm back at the bottom
In the depths of city planet
Help the displaced become erased because it's
Hard to face the damage
My diner was destroyed but it
Would later be rebuilt
My heart is like a coffee cup
That always needs to be refilled
Might seem a little freaky my
Hands are kinda greasy
My apron's a Pollock painting of stains
Might be sextupled limbed my
Scruples are super slim
Let's couple skate before it's too
Late in the game let's rink around with the
Four armed greasy guy
I know I may not seem appealing
But the feeling is right
You know I'm down with the
Sound your sexy disco style
You put a dart in my heart
I got Kit Fisto's smile