Listening to old songs only serves to cause confusion.

Reminds me of this song,* the lyrics to which I learned in the '70s. (If anyone has corrections or additions to make, please do so.)

STAR FLEET

*It was Star Date thirty-four sixteen nine, and we’d swung the phasers 'round.
I said “Scotty, this here’s Captain Kirk, and I’m gonna put the hammer down!”
We were sailin’ through interstellar space, ‘bout ninety times the speed of light.
We met a cave full of Klingon Smokey Bears, and we passed ‘em on the right.
They said, “Hold on, Federation Roger Ramjet! The limit here’s Factor Three!”
I said, “Uhura, didja hear Smokey ask if he could open a hailin’ frequency?”

We got ourselves a Star Fleet, trekkin’ through the night!
Yeah, we got ourselves a Star Fleet, ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our Star Fleet, ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way!
We’re gonna take our mighty Star Fleet across the Milky Way!

STAR FLEET! STAR FLEET!

We were half a parsec, front door to back, and a light-year edge to edge,
and we showed them Klingon Smokey Bears how far the Treaty’d stretch.
We had cargo liners, cruisers, scouts. We had dreadnaughts fore and aft.
And sixteen long-eared Vulcan hippies in a rented shuttlecraft.

PSHT! Uh, put them Vulcans in behind the cargo liner, will ya? His computer’s gone out. PSHT!

Well, we’d just come out of Klingon space, and what should lie ahead,
but a Romulan border checkpoint, and my phaser banks were dead!
I said, “Scotty, this here’s Captain Kirk, I don’t believe I can read that sign!”
So we shot the gate at Warp Factor eight, and we left ‘em all behind!

PSHT Ten-four, Good Buddy, keep the matter side in and the anti-matter side out! PSHT

We got ourselves a Star Fleet, trekkin’ through the night!
Yeah, we got ourselves a Star Fleet, ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our Star Fleet, ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way!
We’re gonna take our mighty Star Fleet across the Milky Way!

STAR FLEET! STAR FLEET!*

*Fan parody?

It’s a euphemism.

Also “a drunkard’s dream” = an enabler.

I never really listened to the words, and neither did Nice Guy Eddie.

If she’d killed him on the spot, no jury would have convicted.