Our Lonely Destination, by MadMikeMarsbergen

Created using bing's online translator

Klingon Version

vay' nom

nuqDaq V pagh

nov lojmIt jIjatlhpu'

nov be' jIjatlhpu'

ben law' lam SuD-DIr waQmeH

wa'vatlh havin vr unit 'ej Sop 3d-printed peach-'epIl naHmey snacks picnic

maH yIn vI'elta'bogh, tIq letwI' je uss st. Barge

DoH je lughaj joQ racks ngI' Qong moj ror 'Ib lard. ghaH vaj Sanmaj'e'

poH 'ar maHvaD tlhap 'oH

mobwI' ghoch SIch?

'uy' DIS pimped-, polonyuS-blastin', tlhagh-fuck

motherfuckin 'oH calculation

Original English Version

To boldly go

Where no man has gone before

I'm talkin' alien wormholes

I'm talkin' extraterrestrial stank-ass ho's

Explorin' a cavernous green-skinned snatch

While havin' a picnic in the VR unit and eatin' 3D-printed peach-apple snacks

We livin' large, long and hard on the USS St. Barge

Becomin' fat tubs of lard, then cryogenically snoozin' off the pounds and mounds of excess rib racks

How long it take us

To reach our lonely destination?

A million pimped-out, ho-blastin', fat-fuck years

That's my motherfuckin' calculation