Well, sixteen hours and what do you get?
      Another day's shooting on the Voyager set.
      St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go.
      I owe my soul to the Voyager show.

      Well, the studio is making undisclosable sums
      On my little action figure with opposable thumbs.
      My lawyer said to sue them, get your share of the pie
      And we'll settle out of court shortly after you die.

      Well, sixteen hours and what do you get?
      Another day's shooting on the Voyager set.
      St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go.
      I owe my soul to the Voyager show.

      Well, I spend every weekend all over the place
      Promoting the show, autographing my face.
      The fans are mighty friendly and they laugh from the start
      But they laugh at Ethan Phillips, can they tell us apart?

      Well, sixteen hours and what do you get?
      Another day's shooting on the Voyager set.
      St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go.
      I owe my soul to the Voyager show.

      Well, another day's over and I'm ready to fold.
      Holograms are screwed 'cause they can never grow old.
      When St. Peter finally calls me here's one thing I bet
      He'll ask if he and Jesus can visit the set.

Another song by Picardo, about his character's lack of a name, can be heard here.