Procol Harum Lyrics

Album: Procol Harum

Good Captain Clack Lyrics

Still scowling black 

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