he was a fugitive with a pseudonym lost his mind in a hurricane coconut upside his head people said he d be better dead cause his glory days were gone sits on the shore with his saxophone and plays in another place in another time he was a soldier in his prime on the battlefield makin history young men died for his destiny and their widows came each day til he was forced to run away from home so he bought a town but he sold the sea claimed a shallow victory on an iron ship with a wooden crew they hit the reef when the moon was new now he cries himself to sleep on a beach made of promises he meant to keep long ago nobody speaks to the captain no more nobody talks about the war hey what the hell were we fighting for such a long long time ago  and now the monkeys and the iguanas they listen to his song most un captive audience he plays to all night long so the story goes he was dressed to kill when he jumped from the old mahogany mill and the jungle beasts they were heard to wail as the saxophone still played the scale for a man we never knew who looked like me and you long ago nobody speaks to the captain no more no one is interested in settling old scores hey what they hell were we fighting for such a long long time ago nobody speaks to the captain no more no one is interested in settling old scores hey what they hell were we fighting for such a long long time ago