[Verse]
Old fans in the basement
Dreams of lightsabers and space ships
Used to be all about the force
Now they bicker and they flip
[Verse 2]
They want the classics back
Han and Luke and R2 beep
Now it’s new kids on their screens
And it's causing loss of sleep
[Chorus]
They cry
Oh no
Where's my Star Wars
Not this Star Woke
Forever lost
Alien worlds
But woke is worse
They want their saga
No modern gloss
[Verse 3]
They chat on forums
So intense
Every change
Just makes no sense
Trade nostalgia like it's gold
Forgetting new tales can also be bold
[Verse 4]
Grown adults in costume play
Chasing dreams of yesterday
Yelling 'It's ruined
Can't you see?'
Longing for their trilogy
[Chorus]
They cry
Oh no
Where's my Star Wars
Not this Star Woke
Forever lost
Alien worlds
But woke is worse
They want their saga
No modern gloss