Za's Stair - The Marrakesh Star

Habeas Corpus watch out for that porpoise
Old Captain Jones is high again
He's sailin' on his own trade winds
The company paddle's no longer a threat
He's gonna steer clear of Marrakesh
And stiff them all, one and all

On a little squat island he'll sell the hold
The local black market will be shitting gold
And Captain Jones will be on the tide
He's got supplies for two straight years
A dozen maps and not a speck of fear
He's gonna race the Kraken every night

Spinning windmills on the sea
His arms a'flail, drunk as can be
Old Captain Jones finally went over
Sea fish kissed his drunken form
Crabs picked nits from his hairy arms
Down to old Davey's locker

A trail of men on leveraged seats
Have failed to grasp how history repeats
Their good deeds a line of arrows
His ship returned to the company fleet
They swabbed the decks and sterilized the toilet seat
And pronounced it the Marrakesh Star

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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