I am the very model of a shrewd Ferengi businessman
I’ve been on Deep Space Nine since it was run by the Cardassians
My bar provides each alien that passes through its double doors
With gambling and alcohol, and holographic paramoursBut that is not to say that I’m impervious to harder times
I’ve often been accused of larceny and graft and other crimes
My righteous indignation is becoming quite demonstrable
Especially with my old friend, the law-enforcing Constable.I’m singing this while sitting in a holding cell familiar
So Odo comes and lets me out before he goes peculiar
That good-cop, bad-cop subroutine he just took to employing
Could use some work (or one more cop) – it’s really quite annoying.