You know me My name is Queeg I sail the good ship "Succeed" Through whose veneer pokes the word "Greed"
Each day he become less clear in his mind The mission, the crew, the growing suspicion with the passing of time He'd talk to himself in his room "All this talking - you boys talk too much Now get out of my room And stop talking to me about luck There is no luck I paid all the way, did it all my way With hard work and pluck" Well he was busy on the larder working on the lock When somebody shouted "rock" "Paper" shouted another" "What I'm no p-pauper" sang Queeg "So stop trying to read into me There's noting to read, nothing to see So just you make some haste And summon up some speed Let's pull into the place And be done with the deed There's somebody there who must pay They chartered this boat" It sailed on their say-so" A year to the day into that bay Young Uncle staggered up the gangplank to meet them Said "stay" "Is this the bride ship to the Free World, yes Is this the bride ship to the Free World, yes Yes I'll pay, I'll pay"
In his minds eye old Queeg opened his presents Though the great day had not yet arrived She arrived, one Hong Kong wise woman, the bride A handful of ribbons by her side He prodded her belly - gently Opened her mouth and counted - closely The teeth in her mouth arranged - loosely "One, two, three, four, Well it's not by teeth that they'll be paying Nor by weight or by weighing Now what is your name The name that I gave you "It's Freedom" she spat back And I fought hard for this place I want to be paid well for my time I want, I want, I want what's mine" "Soon, soon" says Queeg to himself Then turned to freedom and said "Freedom" "Yes" "Freedom this really is a stroke of luck Because we've been looking for freedom Now here's a bucket and a mop So clean yourself up And show us what you've got Cause you're freedoms bride today In the space of freedom today Now just you slip away and slip along And it won't be long we won't be long"
Young stepped from out of his mother's firm grip One eye closed from where he'd slipped over courages lip "In the land of the blind The one-eyed man is a freak" quipped Queeg Well Queeg took the title to Young Uncle's treasure And retired to draw great charts about leisure Uncle brought promises of black nylons for his bride to be And lace underwear thru which you could se He waited not for her to answer or sign But turned to his wise woman Without hint of jest Whose name was now wife And said "So that we may live and live and live in the promised land We pay our way We pay our way"
Well Queeg and all his crew bid farewell to the bride The wedding-dress and cake though unused Were laid out upon the mattress now called bed The price in this price less land As decoration was sown into the trail Two Indians, a horse, a nail "Don't forget who paid or who was for sale Never forget the moral or who paved the trail Cinderella all dressed up in your shiny gold shoes You're out of sight, You're out of sight Another drifting cinder come to ground Another lucky winner you've been found If you don't win you surely lose Don't lose Don't lose Is this, IS THIS THE BRIDE SHIP TO THE FREE WORLD?