Procol Harum

Procol Harum - Good Captain Clack lyrics

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Good captain clack

Must eat his humble pie

His bed is made

The colours fade

His eyes once wet are dry

The naked muse

Who sits and chews

Tobacco off a tree

Removes his shoes

Gives way to booze

And searches endlessly

See the naked jumberlack

Sip his aphrodisiac

Cotton-picking farmers three

Though i lost my weather vane

And of sense i have one grain

I'm content sipping lemon tea

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