Intro - Spoken, half-sung
Nineteen-sixty-seven, four-color beaming
No transporters, just paper dreaming
Gold Key pages, ink and benday dots
They couldn't touch the show so they made Kirk a cowboy, yeah
Verse 1
DC got the keys in seventy-seven
Bearclaw on point, Bryce on helm in blue
Chu-Sa chirping triage, Konom growling Qapla' too
Lt. Commander Morelli always getting them through
DC let the beta-canon bloom
Chorus
Mirror, mirror on the hull - ISS-D black and gold
Picard with dagger, not a book, Troi never does what she's told
Terran Empire swing, do the Mirror War strut
Dee-bop, ya-ree, betrayal in the cut
Verse 2
Malibu on the habitat ring, thirty-two issues deep
Marvel brought the cadets - Omega, Nog can't sleep
Pike on Talos IV, before Kirk took the seat
Every imprint stacking stories in a heap
Ninety-three to ninety-six, the contracts shift and leap
Pre-Chorus
Spinning timelines, trading hands
Every page a different land
Chorus
Mirror, mirror on the hull - ISS-D black and gold
Picard with dagger, not a book, Troi never does what she's told
Terran Empire swing, do the Mirror War strut
Dee-bop, ya-ree, betrayal in the cut
Bridge
Odo's rain on level five, shape-shiftin' blue note minor
Quark's got a corgi in cargo bay, latinum collared liner
Fool's Gold glitters, but loyalty pays
The Dog of War, corgi with a six-week delay
Chorus
Mirror, mirror on the hull - ISS-D black and gold
Picard with dagger, not a book, Troi never does what she's told
Terran Empire swing, do the Mirror War strut
Dee-bop, ya-ree, betrayal in the cut
Outro
From Gold Key to IDW, beta's where we roam
Not canon but canon-ish, still feels like home
So spin it again, at Quark's after hours
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, after hours
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