| Wave on board for Captain Dry
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| His arms are full of emptiness and loss
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| Get on board with Captain Dry
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| He may be brittle, but he’s sure got class
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| I got some money but I lost it in the spring
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| A rich man is more venomous than acid
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| I got some money but it wasn’t worth a thing
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| When the summer came I thawed out all my assets
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| Heave on board with Captain Dry
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| He points to you and then falls down the hole
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| Get on board with Captain Dry
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| He’s got a substitute for self-control
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| Here comes John Dyer with his head is full of lambs
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| His mother’s somewhere, often she’s in Worcester
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| I know she’s dying, but I haven’t sold my pram
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| But everybody still believes in silence
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| Get on board with Captain Dry
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| The human classes always won the best
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| Wave on board with Captain Dry
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| The immigrants all love the captain best
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| Get on board with Captain Dry
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| The mussel clams the eyebrow like the ceiling of a dentist
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| With a mussel who insisted
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| He’ll be worn by someone else he doesn’t know |