Cylons

Dave (Eggroll):

Cylons have copies
Oh the fun that can be had
When you have one more

 

Kris (Athena):

The real Cylon creed:
Love them and take care of them
Endless mortal slaves

I'm just a Cylon
Ressurecting from darkness
Don't leave me to die

Hate it cause it's true:
Cylons are the frakking poo
So take a big whiff

 

Characters

Kris (Athena):

A hundred thousand
Reasons unexplained for why
I love Kara Thrace

Wearing that flightsuit
Anders, you frakking moron
You'll get yourself killed

Knives hurt like a bitch
You don't have to be Leoben
To figure that out

I'm an Agathon
Throw your tags in if you dare
I'll frak your shit up!

Kendra and Starbuck:
I'd sell tickets to that dance
If I could join in...

That Helena Cain
I spy with my glowing eye
Mmm mmm MMM, toasty

 

Louis (Apollo):

Silly frak Anders
You are now certified in
Falling off Vipers

 

Shannon (Harp):

Music playing soft
All along the watchtower
Someone make it stop

Viper pilots fly
Skids down on the return home
Where the frak's the booze?

I've got the ball now
Coming in hot, overshoot
Starbuck has my ass

 

Rhett (Southpaw):

Hey, Gaius Baltar
There's a toaster in your head
Damn that toaster's hot

 

The Colonial Fleet

(Warning...inside jokes ahead.)

Shannon (Harp):

Black panties and towels
Hotness abounds in the Fleet
Frakking is pasttime

It's taking too long
Season Four we long for you
Enough of the wait

Jamie and Tahmoh
Both clothed only in towels
Every woman's dream

 

Dave (Eggroll):

The colonies are gone
Ragtag fleet roaming in space
For a place called earth

 

Rhett (Southpaw):

I drink ambrosia
To forget the things I've done
Drinking ambrosia

 

Kelly (Crash Override):

Too much confusion
Must be some way outta here
Joker told the Thief

To find Mother Earth
Galactica searches on
"Going the wrong waaayyy!"

Athena says she
Wants to frak in front and back
Hop up in my rack

 

Kris (Athena):

In your dreams fly boy
Projecting naked tai chi
You can't handle me

 

Dave (Eggroll):

Oh these are funny
BSG Haikus are killing me
Not getting work done

 

Kelly (Crash Override):

Curses To Eggroll
Given myself a headache
Writing these damn haikus

 

Dave (Eggroll):

Oh these are so great
We need to print them all out
The TCF Haiku book

 

Kris (Athena):

Was just thinking that
This deserves website mention
For being awesome

 

 

 

Kelly (Crash Override):

Created by man
There are multiple copies
And they have a plan

The Cylons are twelve
We know eleven of them
Who is the final?

Toasters are our friends
They love to serve the human race
What the frak was that?

Baltar said to Six:
"You're a synthetic woman?"
"I've said it three times."

Once chrome I am told
Now perfect skin, hair of gold
See her spine glow red

 

 

 

Crash Override (Kelly):

Human race has lost
Gauis Baltar frakked us all
Run away to the stars

Lee used to wear towels
Then he got way too chubby
Dee must be some cook

Thrace was a pilot
Then her viper went kablooey
What is Starbuck now?

Lost in the maelstrom
Kara Thrace has returned home
Where will she lead us?

Harbinger of death
Savior of the human race
What is Kara's fate?

Bill said to Billy
She thinks you'll be president
Adar was a moron

Colonel Saul Tigh
Fought a Cylon, lost an eye
Will they give it back?

Helo is emo
Apollo just frakkin' quit
It's up to the Chief

Chief is a toaster
Saul Tigh's a skinjob as well
Husker for the win

President dying
Starbuck not flying, what the frak
Are we gonna do?

Can she be trusted?
Once like a daughter she was
To the Admiral

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kris (Athena):

Colonial Fleet
Sexier by the minute
Love your black panties...

Went something like this
Southpaw gave me ambrosia
Nuggets shit their pants

Frakking Athena
My callsign used to be great
Now I'm called ARSEFACE

In it to win it
Make a hole for TCF!
Let's go be bad guys

Observation deck
Where lovers meet, you and I
Not stars, but fuel burn

"Nuggets," Syko says,
"Raw, unshaped piece of metal
Like Trekkies really."

Dragon*Con is near
We'll Travolta/Cage your ass
Unless the booze's here

Frakking hangover
What's done at con stays at con
If you remember

Yeah, I wanna frak
In the front and in the back
What else we got left?

We are all friendlies!
Don't get all weird about it
Let's just be friendly

Colonies destroyed
We're out of toilet paper
Ain't the future grand?

A rite of passage:
Girls, line up on the double!
Here comes panty check!

I serve and protect
As loyal as I began
So I shall remain

Oh, Divine Devils
With your black panties and guns
You're so distracting

A Divine Devil
Could make me behave alright
One look and I'm through

Brothers and sisters
Of The Colonial Fleet:
We are all RAZORS

Just getting started
We're the mothereffing shiz
Shape of things to come

Amy to Trekkies:
"Girls who aren't fucking you!"
Ouch, that frakking smarts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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