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