Captain Fantastic raised and regimented, hardly a hero

Just someone his mother might know

Very clearly a case for corn flakes and classics

"Two teas both with sugar please"

In the back of an alley



While little Dirt Cowboys turned brown in their saddles

Sweet chocolate biscuits and red rosy apples in summer

For it's hay make and "Hey mom, do the papers say anything good.

Are there chances in life for little Dirt Cowboys

Should I make my way out of my home in the woods"



Brown Dirt Cowboy, still green and growing

City slick Captain

Fantastic the feedback

The honey the hive could be holding

For there's weak winged young sparrows that starve in the winter

Broken young children on the wheels of the winners

And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning



For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the range

Too hot for the band with a desperate desire for change

We've thrown in the towel too many times

Out for the count and when we're down

Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy

From the end of the world to your town



And all this talk of Jesus coming back to see us

Couldn't fool us

For we were spinning out our lines walking on the wire

Hand in hand went music and the rhyme

The Captain and the Kid stepping in the ring

From here on sonny sonny sonny, it's a long and lonely climb