DEVORAH: I'd been waiting a long time for my chance to get rid of King Yavin. Me and my patron thought we'd found our chance when we met Admiral Barak in a dive bar on Naphtali's Holt, orbiting an out-of-the-way gas giant. He was a coward, if a well-intentioned one. Sure, he wanted to help free our people from the king. He just didn't want to commit a thousand ships when he'd only ever won a battle by sheer dumb luck. I told him not to worry, I could deliver Admiral Sisera right into his hands. Dumb luck is sort of my patron's specialty.
DEVORAH: He said he wouldn't go unless I was right there on the bridge of his flagship with him. Never asked him why. But I said yes. And I promised him I'd make sure everyone in the sector knew this wasn't his victory. No, this battle would be won by a civilian.
DEVORAH: Maybe he believed me, maybe he didn't. But my patron is ALWAYS right. So we laid our trap, and it all went off without a hitch.
CHORUS (x2):
The battle's lost, the day is won
And there is nowhere left to run
The station master named Yael
In her comms room received a hail
On the station Zaanaim
CHORUS
"Our fuel is low and we are pressed,
Let us dock and let us rest
On the station Zaanaim."
CHORUS
"The approach to the battlefield was mined
We left eight hundred ships behind
To flee to Station Zaanaim."
CHORUS
A hundred fighters and their crews
Yael would die if she refused
Respite at Station Zaanaim
CHORUS
She welcomed Sisera's officers
To share the food and drink that was hers
On the station Zaanaim
CHORUS
She gave the best rooms to her guests
Her family had no place to rest
On the station Zaanaim
CHORUS
Sisera's men were all abed
She raised her rivet gun to his head
On the station Zaanaim
CHORUS
She riveted Sisera's head!
On the station Zaanaim
She riveted the centurions' heads!
On the station Zaanaim
She riveted the pilots' heads!
On the station Zaanaim
CHORUS
She told the hull crew to be swift,
Scupper their ships and set them adrift
From the station Zaanaim.
CHORUS
"Stationmaster Yael hailing,
Admiral Barak, are you sailing
Near the station Zaanaim?"
CHORUS
"If your men need target practice
A hundred ships sit rudderless
Outside the station Zaanaim."
CHORUS (x2)