Ever since I was young. You know I hated dissention. Among my peer group. It caused a whole lot of tension. When the other kids were slouching. I would stand at attention. And I've always looked so good in white. Now I'm a bad mamma-jamma. And I rock a mean helmet. If I see a rebellion. Then you know I'm gonna quell it. I'm a certified full-blown. Armor-wearing zealot. And it feels so good to know I'm always right. You can see exotic worlds across the galaxy. In the Empire. In the Empire. You can be all that they want you to be. You get a 401 (k) and your meals are free. In the Empire. In the Empire. In the Empire. In the Empire. I don't know but I've been told. The Rebels need to be controlled. We'll round them up and put 'em all in stocks. But first we've gotta get Darth Vader socks!. It's so not fair!. I mean why am I still on sock detail. When Gladys from Accounting got promoted to Commander. And she doesn't even know how to hold a blaster?. No I mean really she failed that part of the exam four times. She held it backwards and upside down. But no she's a second cousin of some midlevel Darth. And so she gets a promotion? What about me?. If they would just open their eyes. They'd see that I've got everything it takes. I could be the stormiest Stormtrooper evah!. Ya feelin' better?. Yeah. Thanks. You can see exotic worlds across the galaxy. In the Empire. In the Empire. You can be all that they want you to be. You can march to the beat of conformity. In the Empire. In the Empire. In the Empire. In the Empire. In the Empire. In the Empire. In the Empire!