Spy ? ? shouting? ? the crew lets string him up
Wise up to the captain wheres my coffee cup
And its been an adventurous day
The ship floats but it wont float away
Lets us stay
Don your favorite costume here we go
Belt a song if youre not real long and slow
And you doing a wonderful job
Shaping up with a competent mob
Its your job
Its as long as wide and just beginning
Been around for aeons just like me
Grab your money and lets go for all the winnings
Cast your soul into the jagged sea
Its the number on your head
Now youre dead
Stuff you down the barrel of a cannon
Let you see the world as something to see
Take you to the corners of the playground
Let you watch the traffic through the trees
Its the number on your head
Now youre dead
And we run as the war trumpet blows
And the judge with the list of no-shows