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(Based on “Barrett’s Privateers” by Stan Rogers)
We set our course, San Diego-way
[Oh, where did Nathan Fillion go?]
With a purse jingle-jangling with six month’s pay
And a trunk full o’ luggage full of our cosplay
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Away to the con, me and my six friends
Deadpool, Iron Man and Harley Quinn
And three Wonder Women and a Kylo Ren
And we don’t know when we’re comin’ back again
We sleep twelve to a room at the Doubletree
[Oh, where did Nathan Fillion go?]
$550 a night is a cutthroat fee
Next year, swear to Christ, we’ll get an AirBnB
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There’s a line for the badges and a line to pee
[Oh, where did Nathan Fillion go?]
And a line for the panel on BSG
And a line for the line to look at old Stan Lee
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Chris Hardwick’s moderating Doctor Who
[Oh, where did Nathan Fillion go?]
And he’s hosting the Star Wars and Trek previews
And the bag check, bathroom, and snack bar too
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We’ve all been awake forty-eight straight hours
[Oh, where did Nathan Fillion go?]
Flat broke, running on auxiliary power
And the whole stinkin’ lot could use a goddamn shower
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As the sun sets over San Diego Bay
[Oh, where did Nathan Fillion go?]
Our rental Grand Caravan was towed away
Better try to hitch a ride with Felicia Day
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