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Here I am again in the ship's post officeI want to send a telegramSend it to the captainAsking where the hell I amI've been on this luxury cruiseFor twenty five years or moreAnd I've just begun to wonderWhere we're headed forBand keeps playing American songs from 1973Getting wise to the officer's liesThat we've even got a countryYou say we're independentAnd we've even got the right to chooseWell we're sick of doing nothingWe'd like some work,We'd like some work,We'd like some work to doSwimming pools, the cocktail partiesYou keep us plied with drinkBut when we cruised through South East AsiaIt made us stop and thinkWe never take on passengersLetras de cancionesThough we seem to have lots of roomAnd I can't escape the notion captainThat this is a floating tombSome of us have calculatedWe must be short of oilSomeone mentioned fissionAnd blood began to boilThe passengers are restless, captainThis is how they feelAngry at how it came to be youWho sits beside the wheelAnd the band keeps playing the Imperial WaltzFrom far across the seaNot a long way from discontentTo open mutinyYou say we're independentAnd we've even got the right to chooseWell we're sick of being passengersWe've got some work to do From Letras Mania