When he’s down and troubled

And he needs some loyal folks

And nothing, nothing is going right

He’ll close his eyes and think of us

And soon we will be there

To light up the glow of the Firefly

He just calls out our names

And he knows wherever we are

We’ll come running

To bring back his show

Winter, spring, summer or fall

All he’s got to do is call

And we’ll be there

He’s got us fans

If the sky above him

Is empty of all ships

And that Fox network cancels his show

He’ll keep his head together

And call out our name

Soon they’ll hear us knocking on Fox’s door

He just calls out our name

And he knows wherever we are

We’ll come running

To bring back his show

Winter, spring, summer or fall

All he’s got to do is call

And we’ll be there, yes, we will

Ain’t it good to know he’s got us fans

When execs can be so cold?

They’ll hurt him and desert him

And take his show if we let them

Oh, but we won’t let them

He just calls out our name

And he knows wherever we are

We’ll come running to bring back his show

Winter, spring, summer or fall

All he’s got to do is call

And we’ll be there, yes we will

We’ll be there

‘cause he’s got us fans…