Oh the weather on Hoth is frightful, Echo Base on fire is so delightful, Shield generator is about to go, Let it Blow! Let it Blow! Let it Blow!

AT-ATs show no signs of stopping, And the sounds of Rebel heads a popping, Their will to fight is almost done, Let em Run! Let em Run! Let em Run!

When I finally get off this rock, Leavin' a glorious blaster storm, Slip on a sock made of Ewok, All the way, home I'll be warm!