Letra de Star Trek Intro

Beeping of alert signal
Ensign: Captain, the transporters ready
Captain: That's hip. Lieutenant Marvin, what is the condition
Of the planets surface?
Marvin: It is difficult to be precise. However, my instruments
Indicate a condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading rapidly
Throughout the population. Highly illogical, Captain
Captain: A bunch of stiffs, huh? Well, set coordinates for, ah
Chocolate City, and have a landing party of nine men beam down
Immiediately, with phasers set on funk-funk!