Borg people ain't so pleasin'
Borg people don't be teasin'
Borg people can't be reasoned
Not with...

They got metal hands
Laser eyes
They seek you out
Then assimilize!
Inter-g'lactic posers
Fly so indiscrete
Grey square fat storm cubes
For their missions to complete

Well, I moan 'cus those Borg people
Make me feel so feeble
Don't want those Borg people
Down here...

Borg people are such a bane to you and I
(as tools must we die)
They claim "resistance fu-tile" - it ain't no lie
(makes me chunder and hurl)

Borg people got so naughty
Borg people want our bodies
Borg people dis-embodied
My lugs...

Don't got pity if we beg
They won't forego
Their un-dis puted rights
Turn me to Jell-o
Their existence'll cause
Me the creep, creep, creeps
And when meddlin', probe you
They go deep, deep, deep
But a grubby notion lingers (in)
My dirty little mind
Be fun-ta probe that Sev'n'of Nine!
Well, I don't want no Borg people
Don't want those morgue creeples
Don't want no co-llective
'Round me...