captain
I'm a little crack-pot
walking past walnut street
I saw your son
making love to a
boy in the
glass
in the chicken bayou
a little bird fat is
illegal
besides if I ruin this one
daddy will get me a new
one
daughters and sons are
lover's crippled
sacks
stuff it
stuff it
stuff it
captain
you'd better sit
'cause captain
I did see it