Power and the gold, the gold and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's hunting, all of them soving and urgin'
What's going on in the market, they don't check out the sturgeon
They say I gotta lay still, I've got to let them pass
my face beneath the flounder, I feel a breeze all the way to my- fool
They can't understand it, how did I get a way
There's a tug round a pulley, and I start to float
Dropped hard on a deck of a big merchant boat
Turn round quick cause I'm wary
Stare into the eyes of Captain Benarry