He's Pretty Fly For A Drakhai

We were debating whether or not to sing in the Wing Commander Parade yesterday. "Pretty Fly For A Drakhai" came up as a potential candidate. It's been four years since LOAF wrote the lyrics to it, so we thought we'd share them with you.

And all the kitties say he's pretty fly -- for a Drakhai (to the tune of "Pretty Fly For A White Guy")

You know it's kind of hard
Just to get eight-kills today
Our subject isn't chakta
But he fakes it anyway
He may not be a Thrak'hra
And he may not die kabaka
But for everything he lacks
Well he'll make up with zu'kara

So don't debate, a furball straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
Trav'hra'nigath! Trav'hra'nigath!
So if you don't rate, just cut your jugular
At least you know it'll all end at ko'bar yagar
The world needs Kilrathi,
So do that jak-ta thing

He needs some cool prey
Not just any will suffice
But they didn't have any ukta
So he bought a side of bak
Now cruising in his Sartha, he sees Hornets as he pass
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his kitty ass

Now he's getting a tattoo
He's gettin' ink done
He asked for a 'nagga', but they drew a 'merdha'
Takhars say he's trying too hard
And he's not quite zaga
But in his own mind
He's not rugalga

So don't debate, a furball straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real
Trav'hra'nigath! Trav'hra'nigath!
So if you don't rate, just cut your jugular
At least you know it'll all end at ko'bar yagar
The world needs Kilrathi,
The world needs Kilrathi,
So do that jak-ta thing