Do It For Captain
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Thinking back upon that fateful day.
We were all thinking what no one would say.

We were standing out in the sparkling night.
Surrounding our feet were cans of Sprite.

Looking around, our eyes locking.
Mutual worries about where we're going.

We are lost with out his direction.
Though we don't miss the genuflection.

We know he is gone and we are alone.
The best we could hope for is a cheap clone.

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Stuck afraid in the spot light.
Drawing upon the others might.

Do it for yourself.

Thinking of our moral boosting chant.
The feeling brings what the words can't.

Do it for me.

Now that he is gone and rotting away.
It reminds us more why we must stay.

Do it for Captain!
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My vision blurry and rolling.
The floor seemed to be moving.

Stacks of males out on the decks.
His voice had a sobering effect.

Shouting out insistant demands.
Directing them at all the deck hands.

I still remember his words, verily clear.
"Avast ye mateys, where be the beer?"

I snap to attention and give my reply.
That we had no beer just whiskey and rye.

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We were sailing down the carribean strait.
The crew did not know their pending fate. 

It was arround midday, the sails at haft mast.
When a call came down from the crows nest. 

There were seven ships comming at us. 
The captain gave orders, causing a fuss. 

They started firing in the standard fare. 
The first shot hit the captain square. 

We gave up and they took our alcohol.
The Sprite they left was quite alful.

[Chorus]