Oh Captain, my captain of rum and spices.
Your bottles come in an array of prices.
The cheapest being your Long Island Iced Tea.
How wonderful would it be, if your bottles were free.
You loosen me up on the toughest of days.
And cheer me up in many of ways.
Like when I found out she was sleeping with another guy.
It's because of you Captain, that I didn't cry.
You make the ugliest of girls more attractive to me.
Your only downfall is you make me have too pee.
God forbid I break that seal.
It takes hours and hours to heal.
From keggers to small get togethers, your always by my side.
It's you that my darkest of secrets get confide.
Your a friend to the end, I must make that clear.
It's on hard on me, when your not very near.
Your perfect in every single way.
Even the Captain Morgan Parrot Bay!
You have no idea how happy you make this here bloke.
Especially when I mix you, with my bottle of Coke.
Doesn't everyone have a little Captain in them?
Well if not they should!
How unfortunate for those, who its you they condemn.
There really missing out Captain, because its you who is good!
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