[00:04.425]Still scowling black
[00:06.436]Good captain clack
[00:08.442]Must eat his humble pie
[00:11.938]His bed is made
[00:13.684]The colours fade
[00:15.693]His eyes once wet are dry
[00:19.190]The naked muse
[00:20.963]Who sits and chews
[00:22.972]Tobacco off a tree
[00:26.463]Removes his shoes
[00:28.204]Gives way to booze
[00:29.951]And searches endlessly
[00:33.706]See the naked jumberlack
[00:37.463]Sip his aphrodisiac
[00:40.956]Cotton-picking farmers three
[00:44.707]Though i lost my weather vane
[00:48.464]And of sense i have one grain
[00:52.220]I'm content sipping lemon tea
[01:10.224]Still scowling black
[01:12.199]Good captain clack
[01:13.970]Must eat his humble pie
[01:17.463]His bed is made
[01:19.211]The colours fade
[01:20.957]His eyes once wet are dry......