Abound With Cylons	JS
(To the tune of "The Sound of Silence" by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkle)

Hey Adama, my old friend,
We're off to find the Earth again.
For a peace treaty that we went to sign,
For the colonies we left behind.
Was the mission of a traitor in our group.
In one fell swoop the skies abound with Cylons!

The fight was lost both near and far, except for our lone battlestar.
In an attempt to maybe save some lives,
We hurried back to help our homes and wives,
But in shock we watched on the screens as the cities fell,
For we could tell, the skies abound with Cylons!

You and Apollo shuttled down, to where survivors could be found
And near the rubble of your burning home,
You told those people who'd been cursed to roam,
You would lead them forth to a place where salvation lies,
And where the skies would not abound with Cylons!

Captain Apollo heads the crew, Starbuck, Tigh and Boomer too!
As they fight to keep us on our pace,
To find the planet of the human race,
Their guns blaze, and Cylons fall and die!
They clear the skies of Cylons!

So we continue on our search for that legendary Earth
And all the wonders that we hope to see,
As we travel through the galaxy, you, Adama say
Will guide us on, and our rag-tag fugitive fleet
Shall not retreat, tho skies abound with Cylons.