The Very Model of a Federation Officer

(tune: "The Very Model of a Modern Major-General")

I am the very model of a Federation officer
I follow orders given to me by the Supreme Commander
My goal in life is to kill Blake
No matter how long it may take
I am obsessed, the doctors say, but I will get him anyway

My leather uniform is black 'cause Servalan has ordered it
Tho' she wears dresses white and black that are all low cut and high slit
I am her chosen number one
She comes to me when jobs are done
But if I got a chance to take, I'd dump her there and go for Blake

I've been cast out, just tossed aside, by all my peers in Space Command
And then betrayed; left in the cold by my old mentor Servalan
What do I now have left to lose?
I'll get revenge, I swear to you
Andromeda has offered me the perfect way to be set free

Star One is such a boring place; it seems just like a desert land
The aliens don't want to talk; they're concentrating on their plan
I know you're coming this way, Blake
Tho' I don't know how long you'll take
I hope you're here before the end, so I can kill you first, my friend.