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