Captain Midnight and Captain Cruise
Out on the ocean
Like a storm of bad news
It took three monkeys in a plastic mac
To fit inside a paper sack
And they're cooking up an alibi
Cooking up some steam
Out in the madness
Somewhere in orleans
They had a plan,
They had a plot
Beggars and blues was all they got
Black cold coffee
Black irish soup
Cold on a silver spoon
She's dancing through hoops
Baby's wishing on a wishing well
She's moving up
And ringing her bell
Can't fly to heaven
On a persian rug
So put some coins in the old sailor mug
They travelled up together
From the coast
East of aldgate
Silently like ghosts
They had a scam,
They had a scheme
For drunks and bums counting beans
Black cold coffee
Black irish soup
Cold on a silver spoon
She's dancing through hoops
Black cold coffee
Black Irish soup
Cold on a silver spoon
She's dancing through hoops