Captain Midnight and Captain Cruise Out on the ocean like a storm of bad news It took three monkeys in a plastic mac To fit inside a paper sack And they're cooking up an alibi Cooking up some steam Out in the madness Somewhere in Orleans They had a plan, they had a plot Beggars and blues was all they got Black cold coffee Black Irish soup Cold on a silver spoon She's dancing through hoops Baby's wishing on a wishing well She's moving up and ringing her bell Can't fly to heaven on a Persian rug So put some coins in the old sailor mug They travelled up together From the coast East of Aldgate Silently like ghosts They had a scam, they had a scheme For drunks and bums counting beans Black cold coffee Black Irish soup Cold on a silver spoon She's dancing through hoops Solo Black cold coffee Black Irish soup Cold on a silver spoon She's dancing through hoops