I never saw the Klingon before he started to put up a fight.
I never saw a blast so bright.
I never saw so many parts come from a single man.
Now, he's a flash in the pan
with a short life span.
And McCoy takes out his tricorder
and begins his little scan
Then he turns and says
"He's dead, Jim."

The Trekker in red. The Klingons blew him limb from limb.
There's nothing left.
It's just bone and blood.
It's what I could've been.
But I hardly know the carcass in the dirt.
I'll never know the name of this redshirt.

I never saw a scene as gruesome as I saw tonight.
I never saw him burn so bright.
It was disgusting.
I never saw so many people scream and then hide.
And when Spock turned to me
and said "Fascinating."
And I've never had such a feeling
of extreme dislike
for the Klingons
as I do tonight.

The trekker in red. There's pieces of him here and there.
Does nobody care?
He's just a smear now.
I've got him on my boots.
And then good ol' "Bones" will say to me "I'm a doctor, not a mortician."

I never will forget...uh, what's his name again?
The trekker in red.
The redshirt is dead.

Spoken by Chekov:I know this song. It was written in Russia.