Captain Crunch
Captain Crunch Sophie Dunér © 2000
He’s a winner, they say.
Got a wife, car and maid.
In a house where someone used to live.
Just another fairy tale.
He’s a charmer, they whisper.
He’s a worker, they say.
Got his actions safely controlled.
His wife keeps apples in a bowl.
But is there anyone who knows
About his nocturnal shows?
He goes here and there, he goes everywhere.
Mrs.Winner´s unaware of his.
Dances down the lonely avenue,
Flipping his pockets with a speed she’ll never know.
Takes off his hat more than ten times a night
Until the morning finally breaks into the light.
Returns to toast and coffee served by negligee.
Puts on his kimono as if nothing’s ever changed.
Then reads the paper: there’s a story about a girl
Who is reported missing from the night before.
Got his conscience all right.
Though he’s lonesome at times.
But he’s a bad news man, we all know that.
He feels nothing inside.
He’s putting on a smile,
While he puts on his tie.
Goes to work: here comes the handsome guy.
His exterior’s just a lie.
But is there anyone who knows
About his nocturnal shows?
He goes here and there, he goes everywhere.
Mrs.Winner´s unaware of his.
Dances down the lonely avenue,
Flipping his pockets with a speed she’ll never know.
Takes off his hat more than ten times every night.
Until the morning finally breaks into the light.
Dances down the lonely avenue,
Flipping his pockets with a speed she’ll never know
Takes off his hat more than ten times every night.
Until the morning finally breaks into the light