Ogged Me To A Pulp

(to the tune of Paul Simon's ``Loves Me Like a Rock'')

When I learned to carry troops
and the Hammor would ogg my ASs
I said ``Oh no - Oh no I'm really fucked now.
I got a warp delay from hell
and I can not seem to cloak or shoot''
then Hammor ogged me; he dooshed me.
He tractored, phasored, torped, and smacked me. Oh
he ogged me to a pulp.
He ogged me to a pulp, he smacked me, he dooshed me.

If I was a commodore
and the Hammor would ogg my base.
I'd say ``Who do - Who do you think you're oggin'?
I got a plasma torp from hell
and a tractor beam of mighty strength.''
but still he'd ogg me; I'd wtemp.
He'd bring me to my knees and crush me. Oh
he'd ogg me to a pulp.
And then he'd bomb the shipyard, repair and agri.