[Verse 1]
Still scowling black, good Captain Clack
Must eat his humble pie
His bed is made, the colours fade
His eyes once wet are dry

[Verse 2]
The naked muse, who sits and chews
Tobacco off a tree
Removes his shoes, gives way to booze
And searches endlessly

[Bridge]
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

[Verse 3]
Still scowling black, good Captain Clack
Must eat his humble pie
His bed is made, the colours fade
His eyes once wet are