Why Oh Why Oh Why
Are you asking me
If you can steer the ship
Safely home
It’s as if you think
That you must first ask me
If you can steer the ship
Safely home
To be clear
It is not necessary
To first ask me
If you can steer the ship
Safely home
Unless of course
Without knowing it
I am some
Tyrant of the sea
Some tyrant of the sea
Who appoints captains
Captains to vessels
Yet with fingers crossed
And a crooked smile
But I’m not that tyrant
I’m not
I’m sure
Cause I did commission you
Thus the party
Thus the pomp
Thus the gifts
Thus the map
Sailing is what that was all about
Leading is what that was all about
Getting the crew safely home
That’s your job
You are the captain
That’s why we call you captain
That’s why your room
Is called the captain’s quarters
That’s why you wear the cool hat
That’s why pirates hate you
And your crew prays for you
So to be crystal clear
You do not ever need
To ask my permission
To do the job
You’ve been appointed to do
Why Oh Why Oh Why
Oh Why don’t you sail
Steer the ship, Captain
Steer the ship