(copyright Steven Cavanagh 1993-2002) His name was Solo, he was a smuggler He flew the Falcon everywhere, with a two-meter lump of hair he was in trouble, he owed to Jabba he had to fix his credit flow, so there was just one place to go a wretched hive, you see of scum and villainy The cantina in Mos Eisley was his destiny! It was Solo, in the cantina the beer, it don't come any greener here with Solo, in the cantina music and blasters and Sullustan pastas here with Solo! He was in luck... His name was Greedo, he wore a blaster. He'd used it all across the land, and now he had it in his hand, and he was waiting, waiting for Solo when a commotion to his right looked like an entertaining fight 'Cause Doctor Evezan wanted to do Luke in When Kenobi pulled out a saber, Ponda lost a limb! Here with Solo, in the cantina it was when Luke was such a wiener here with Solo, in the cantina music and Wookiees and Rodian cookies here with Solo! There was some blood.. So later Greedo ran into Solo poor Solo had nowhere to run, 'cause he was looking down a gun and Greedo pushed him, back to the table where Solo said he had a stash, and Greedo asked him for the cash But Solo's gun went blam and Greedo's head went slam then Solo got up and left the table, left for Alderaan! Here with Solo, in the cantina you'll find every wierd Tattooiner here with Solo, in the cantina liquids distilling and infrequent k**ing here with Solo! come try your luck.. come try your luck.