Captain Dry - Robyn Hitchcock

Wave on board for Captain Dry

His arms are full of emptiness and loss

Get on board with Captain Dry

He may be brittle, but he’s sure got class

I got some money but I lost it in the spring

A rich man is more venomous than acid

I got some money but it wasn’t worth a thing

When the summer came I thawed out all my assets

Heave on board with Captain Dry

He points to you and then falls down the hole

Get on board with Captain Dry

He’s got a substitute for self-control

Here comes John Dyer with his head is full of lambs

His mother’s somewhere, often she’s in Worcester

I know she’s dying, but I haven’t sold my pram

But everybody still believes in silence

Get on board with Captain Dry

The human classes always won the best

Wave on board with Captain Dry

The immigrants all love the captain best

Get on board with Captain Dry

The mussel clams the eyebrow like the ceiling of a dentist

With a mussel who insisted

He’ll be worn by someone else he doesn’t know