(copyright Steven Cavanagh 1993-2002) It's nine o'clock down at Jabba's place the regular crowd waddles in there's a wierd thing sitting next to me it has three eyes and mottled grey skin. Fett says Max can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes but it's haunting and sweet and if you miss a beat this carbine will blow off your nose. La la la, de de da La da de de da, da dum.. Sing us a song now, Max Rebo Band sing us a song tonight 'cause we're all in the mood for a melody except Solo, who's in carbonite. Now Jabba the Hutt is a friend of mine he gives me my life for free And because he's a Hutt, why, we all kiss his bu*t or the rancor will have us for tea. He said "Bo Shuda, offom da Tukatti!" as he stuffed a frog into his face but we don't know a woid, 'cause he shot the talkdroid So we'll smile and nod, just in case. Sing us a song now, Max Rebo Band sing us a song tonight 'cause we're all in the mood for a melody except Solo, who's in carbonite. Sy Snootles is our favourite vocalist her face, it ain't launching no ships. Don't know why it behove her to go kiss a hoover but that's how she got those wierd lips. A Gammorean guard is headbu*ting bricks as another one gnaws on a bone and I don't know which has less intelligence either those two big thugs or the stone. Oh, La la la da, de de da La la de de da, da dum.. Sing us a song now, Max Rebo Band sing us a song tonight 'cause we're all in the mood for a melody except Solo, who's in carbonite. It's a pretty good crowd, here at Jabba's place it's a k**ing, that's why we're all here we'll sail over the dune to the pit of Carkoon and we'll toss someone in with a cheer. 'Cause we've got a new droid on the pedestal and a man in black's come in the door he just pointed a gun over Salicious Crumb and then promptly fell through the floor. Oh, La la la da, de de da La la de de da, da dum.. Sing us a song now, Max Rebo Band sing us a song tonight for the last of the Jedi is down below and the rancor is gripping him tight