I am the captain, I sit on the left
The guy on my right got his license through theft
With a point five conversion, he struts his stuff
Gold bars on his shoulder, he chases the muff
In the bar at the party, he is full of the story
Of the time in his life, his moment of glory
But with pounding and throbbing and booz in his head
He drags his ass, so sorry from bed
He climbs in the cockpit and tries to recall
The events so cloudy, of the evening before
He wishes he hadn’t had that last whiskey
And regrets that old lady had been oh so frisky
And when the mains roll onto the tarmac so smooth
He awakes from his slumber dazed and confused
With paperwork mounting and bags to unpack
He looks at his captain who has got his back
Don’t worry my son, today we pulled through
Because of your captain, who knew what to do
Dog