Captain's cry Hands low, hands high Upon the My-O-My Got to make her roll, got to make her fly Upon the My-O-My Now tell me, good Captain How does it
so shy? Upon the My-O-My Across the light, across the night You can hear the Captain's cry Hands low, hands high Upon the My-O-My Got to make her roll
Preklad: Captain Beefheart. Po My-o-my.
