I was tired of the Wookie
We'd been together too long
He thought me rash and obnoxious
I saw a Yorkie gone wrong
So in a bar in Mos Eisley
I read the classified ads
Though most of them were pretty kinky
One there wasn't too bad

"If you like shooting at Storm Troops
 Dodging blasters and beams
 Saving maidens from jail cells
 And foiling Emperor's schemes
 Blowing Death Stars up at midnight
 In the climactic scene
 You're the partner I've looked for
 Let's get the hell off Tatooine"

I didn't worry 'bout the Wookie
I know that sounds kinda wrong
But with two centuries experience
I figured he'd get along
While hiding from the bounty hunters
That Jaba'd sent after me
I sent out a response to
The query from Mos Eisley

"Yes, I like shooting at Storm Troops
 With blasters and beams
 I'm not real into on space worms
 I'm into smuggling
 And blowing Death Star up at midnight
 And maidens rich beyond dreams
 Meet at the bar in Mos Eisley
 We'll get the hell off Tatooine"

So I waited with high hopes
Until he walked in the place
I knew his snarl in an instant
I knew the fur on his face
It was my partner, the Wookie
And he said
  "Owwr, Ahhrwwr, oourr"  (…gods, I hate that…)
Then we toasted the moment
And I said, "I had no clue…

"That you liked shooting at Storm Troops
 With Ewoks around your knees
 Dodging fighters and Sith Lords
 And foiling Emperor's schemes
 And blowing Death Stars up at midnight
 One of my favorite things
 Your the partner I'm stuck with
 Let's get the hell off Tatooine."

"If you like shooting at Storm Troops
 Dodging blasters and beams
 Saving maidens from jail cells
 And foiling Emperor's schemes
 Blowing Death Stars up at midnight
 In the climactic scene
 You're the partner I've looked for
 Let's get the hell off Tatooine."

 "…Owwr, Ahhrwwr, oourr"