O Captain! my Captain! our cruise is not yet done,
The ship has weather’d storms and worse , the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bilges clear but now before my eyes
Oh WTF, whose fault is this? What mess before me lies?
The bleeding drops of red and pink and white all there within my sight
Where on the deck my Captain lies, with glass in hand
And silly smile upon her face- been there since last night.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—the sea bass waits, the salad’s mixed — the crew are nigh revolting
Oh but they were always thus, twas my mistake, just the lettuce it is bolting.
We’ve drinks to drink, and reels to dance and parties all a-flinging
So let’s get rid of boring stuff and get on with the singing.