Please don’t disturb the Captain
As he takes his blessed nap
On his golden bed, that’s wrapped in
Velvet curtains. Take this map!
Plot our ship a fruitful course
Through rough and rocky seas!
Furthermore, some other chores:
Hoist the mainsail, please!
Don’t disturb the Captain
The Captain’s awful rough
He can’t be more disturbed
He’s been disturbed enough.
Swab the decks! Feed the crew!
And plug the leaks- and dance!
The lido stage awaits you
(And you mustn’t wear your pants)
The captain also cut your pay
Admire his moustache!
Make bondage gear from macrame
To sell for extra cash!
Don’t try to ask the Captain,
Don’t awake him with appeal
The ship would soon be scrapped, in
Moments, should he take the wheel
He may have once known how to sail
But now he sees mirages,
He only works on cocktails
And soliciting massages
Now hark! The Captain rings his bell
For brunch, with much impatience!
Hasten! Cheese and caramels!
-And offer him obeisance!