Lyrics:

Got a call from a clown down in London town
Said he's got a great idea
When he started to spew what he wanted to do
It filled me full of loathing and fear
Yeah it filled me full of loathing and fear

He said I got a 'zine, and I think it'd be keen
To match you up with one of our blokes
Said he'd gave it a try, but it didn't fly
Now he's the butt of all of our jokes
Yeah he's the butt of all of our jokes

And I said Captain,
See you later
Say Captain
Goodbye

Well we started laying down some tracks
And behind our American backs
He was playing with some evil toys
I said you may not want my advice
But that piano over there might sound nice
He just insisted on that synthesized voice
And that just didn't sit right with the boys

Well that put and end to it
And he politely packed his shit
He said, 'Country sucks' and he shoved on out the door
I know you're so-and-so from some band
And you mighta been good
But I'll be damned if I'm going to take that anymore
No I'm not going to sit here and drink that anymore

So I'll say Captain,
See you later
Say Captain
Goodbye
Yeah I say Captain,
See you later
Say Captain
Goodbye