Got a call from a clown down in London town Said he's got a great idea When he started to spew what he wanted to do It filled me full of loathing and fear Yeah it filled me full of loathing and fear He said I got a 'zine, and I think it'd be keen To match you up with one of our blokes Said he'd gave it a try, but it didn't fly Now he's the butt of all of our jokes Yeah he's the butt of all of our jokes And I said Captain, See you later Say Captain Goodbye Well we started laying down some tracks And behind our American backs He was playing with some evil toys I said you may not want my advice But that piano over there might sound nice He just insisted on that synthesized voice And that just didn't sit right with the boys Well that put and end to it And he politely packed his shit He said, "Country sucks" and he shoved on out the door I know you're so-and-so from some band And you mighta been good But I'll be damned if I'm going to take that anymore No I'm not going to sit here and drink that anymore So I'll say Captain, See you later Say Captain Goodbye Yeah I say Captain, See you later Say Captain Goodbye