He can win all your hearts with his animal charms,
But if you beat him at chess, he'll rip off your arms,
When he uses a bear-hug there's no breaking free,
Though he howls like a banshee, he's always a wookie to me.
He's a regular sparky, a true engineer,
He can jump into light speed and not spill his beer,
And he'll help thaw his boss from three Kelvin degrees,
Blame it all on Han Solo, he's always a wookie to me.
CHORUS:
Oh, he takes care of himself,
And he won't ask for help,
He'll just use what he's got.
Oh, he can pilot a ship,
He can reroute its power,
He just can't free his knots.
His reports get psychologists to re-read their Freud,
Just give him some solder, he'll rebuild your Droid,
He's a friendly companion unless he's got fleas,
Don't call him a doormat, he's always a wookie to me.
CHORUS:
Oh, he takes care of himself,
And he won't ask for help,
He'll just use what he's got.
Oh, he can pilot a ship,
He can reroute its power,
He just can't free his knots.
He's an Ewok on steroids, with a temper that's short,
And he wears a great fur coat that cannot be bought,
An articulate hero, from a movie or three,
Some call him Chewbacca, but he's always a wookie to me.