Joxer was stood in the bar-room - mourning the death of his stout
Head in the glass like he was at Mass - at both he was truly devout
Captain Boyle stood next to Joxer - sailor of infinite fame
Twice on a ferry and once on a wherry - earned him a nautical name
Often you’d see them together - both of them fond of a jar
Dublin their city where girls are so pretty - and boozers are called to the bar
Stout was their wine of communion - whiskey their patron of crack
Bar for an altar they never would falter - Joxer and bold Captain Jack
Captain Boyle ordered refreshment - discourse is fuelled by the drink
“Joxer” he says - with eyes all ablaze - ah cursed is a man who can think
Many a time on the ocean - I’ve looked on Venus & Mars
Filled with emotion I pondered this notion - what praise to God is the stars?
All those bright lights in the night sky - dancing like notes in a tune
Me up on deck a trivial speck - and craning me neck at the moon
We are but wayfaring strangers - passing through this world of woe
Most of us bound for God’s holy ground - some for the fires down below
Chorus
The world's in great state of chassis
Cosmos of stars looking down
Weep for the fate of the masses
Man in the moon wears a frown
We are not waving - we're drowning
Man is what makes yer man mourn
The world's in great state of chassis
Waiting on Gabriel's horn
Gabriel's horn - Gabriel's horn
Gabriel's horn - Gabriel's horn
We'll be reborn - with Gabriel's horn
How near - yet how far - is a man to his jar - in a bar when his pockets are bare
And sad is the lad who has spent all he had - and must leave then his boozy old lair
So it was two hardy shipmates - lurched down a cold Dublin street
Daley & Boyle - allergic to toil - chaff blown from God’s human wheat
World is a stage so they tell me - both of these men played a part
Each was a fusion of sloth & delusion -and folly they’d turned to an art
Out of the strong came forth sweetness - that’s what it says on the tin
Would that were true for these idle two - each was a sinning old skin
Faced with the threat of employment - see now how Captain Jack begs
“Would that I could for sure it’s no good - I’m martyr to pains in me legs
Juno the household protector - seasoned by seasons of strife
Bore him no malice her tenement palace - all that she’d gained as his wife
God in his search for completeness - balances virtue with sin
Juno departed for waters uncharted - and let that without she’d kept in
Act 3 concludes with the Captain - drunk & deserted on stage
Curtain comes down on a sad lonely clown - bird in an un-gilded cage
