The Klingon bastards flies around 
always ready for some war 
They don't care about any rules at all 
as long as they can kill some more 
Evil barbarians without discipline 
unpredictable death machine 

With their cloaking device they remain invisible 
until the time has come 
to appear right ahead of us 
and obliterate everyone 
If you ever would give them a helping hand 
you can be sure they'll chop off the arm 
Never, ever, never trust a Klingon 
you will always regret it 
Never, ever, never trust a Klingon 
you will never forget it