The Captain

Got a call from a clown down in London town

Said he's got a great idea

When he started to spew what he wanted to do

Filled me full of loathing and fear

Yeah, it filled me full of loathing and fear

He said I've got a zine and I think it'd be keen

To match you up with one of our blokes

So we gave it a try but it didn't fly

Now he's the butt of all of our jokes

Yeah, he's the butt of all of our jokes

And I say captain, say later

Say captain, goodbye

Goodbye

Well we started laying down some tracks

And behind our American backs

He was playing with some evil toys

I said you may not want my advice

But that piano over there might sound nice

He just insisted on that synthesized noise

Oh and that just didn't sit right with the boys

Well this put him in a snit

And he politely packed his shit

He said country sucks and he shoved on out the door

I know you're so and so from some band

You might have been good but I'll be damned

If I'm gonna sit here and take that anymore

No I ain't gonna sit here and take that anymore

So I say captain, say later

Say captain, goodbye

Yeah I say captain, say later

Say captain, goodbye