by Kris Kristofferson, Bob Neuwirth, Roger McGuinn, Seymour Cassell  The captain touched his swagger stick  Up to his golden eye  And boogied through the vestibule  While bidding us goodbye  The enemy surrounds us  And our spirits almost gone  The Devil take the cavalry  That sold us for a song    There's Chi-Chi's on the starboard, lads  And Chi-Chi's in the stern  And hashish in the hookah pipes  And bonny grass to burn  Our mission is a secret  But we're fool enough to try  We'll sail the bloody ocean, boys  Or drink the bastard dry    "If I'd've been a carpenter," the swarthy  sergeant said  "I'd never seen this ugly thing  That hangs above my head  The hell with all your heros  And the wounds they hope to show  I'm just a simple soldier, son  With one more year to go"    The Albatross was tiring  And the cook was in a stew  The filthy little cabin boy  Was whizzing in my shoe  The Captain's wife was aging  And the first mate heard her scream  When Tommy slipped tabasco in the  Captain's vaseline    "Our time will soon be gone," he said  "It's all we've left to lose  We've shot our ammunition  And we're all but out of booze  So here's to Irma Donegal  Here's to Nellie Blye  And here's to my old friend," he said  And kissed his ass goodbye    "Give off! give off! You sorry lot.   Give off!," the Captain cried  "we've lost our bloody anchor  And we're driftin' with the tide  The swollen surf is pounding  Like a thousand cannons roar  And I shake the hand of any man  Who guides us into shore."    "We're saved! We're saved!"  The soldiers said  "We're saved!," the sailors cried  And soldiers climbed aboard  While sailors left from either side  Some swabbies hit the minefield and  The rifles got the rest  And somewhere there's a schooner  Sinkin' slowly in the west