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Text: Cigar. Captain.

I've waited Long
Now it's my turn
To make these people respect and learn
To pay attention to my every word
I'll tend the flock o you'll be part of the herd

I've spent my time
I've paid my dues
Maybe someday you'll be in my shoes
But until that day comes 'round
I'll be the pitcher on the pitcher's mound

Calling the shots
Throwing the curves
It's my pleasure to get on your nerves
I love to be Captain of my own team

I've got no shame
I've just got pride
And that's the way you'll treat me dignified

'Cause it's balance that's in my command
Maybe someday you will understand

I will not move
I will not budge
There is no jury only me as the judge
But it's not my job to care
The verdict's in and it's, life isn't fair

Calling the shots
Throwing the curves
It's my pleasure to get on your nerves
I love to be captain of my own team