Star Trek Intro lyrics

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!