| Song | Nobody Speaks To The Captain No More |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Floridays |
| 作词 : Buffett | |
| Lyrics：Jimmy Buffett Music：Jimmy Buffett | |
| For Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Allie Fox and Phil Clark | |
| He was a fugitive with a pseudo name | |
| Lost his mind in a hurricane | |
| Coconut upside his head | |
| People said he'd be better dead | |
| 'Cause his glory days are gone | |
| Sits on the shore with his saxophone | |
| And plays | |
| In another place, in another time | |
| He was a soldier in his prime | |
| On the battlefield, makin' history | |
| Young men died for his destiny | |
| And their widows came each day | |
| 'Til he was forced to run away | |
| From home | |
| So he bought a town, but he sold the sea | |
| Claimed a shallow victory | |
| On an iron ship, with a wooden crew | |
| They hit the reef when the moon was new | |
| Now he cries himself to sleep | |
| On a beach made of promises he meant to keep | |
| Long ago | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nobody speaks to the Captain no more | |
| Nobody talks about the war | |
| Hey what the hell were we fighting for | |
| Such a long, long time ago | |
| (trumpet / piccolo / saxophone instrumental) | |
| And now the monkeys and the iguanas | |
| They listen to his song | |
| Most uncaptive audience | |
| He plays to all night long | |
| So the story goes, he was dressed to kill | |
| When he jumped from the old mahogany mill | |
| And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail | |
| As the saxophone still played the scale | |
| For a man we never knew who looked like me and you | |
| Long ago | |
| Nobody speaks to the Captain no more | |
| No one is interested in settling old scores | |
| Hey what they hell were we fighting for | |
| Such a long, long time ago | |
| Nobody speaks to the Captain no more | |
| No one is interested in settling old scores | |
| Hey what they hell were we fighting for | |
| Such a long, long time ago |
| zuò cí : Buffett | |
| Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
| For Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Allie Fox and Phil Clark | |
| He was a fugitive with a pseudo name | |
| Lost his mind in a hurricane | |
| Coconut upside his head | |
| People said he' d be better dead | |
| ' Cause his glory days are gone | |
| Sits on the shore with his saxophone | |
| And plays | |
| In another place, in another time | |
| He was a soldier in his prime | |
| On the battlefield, makin' history | |
| Young men died for his destiny | |
| And their widows came each day | |
| ' Til he was forced to run away | |
| From home | |
| So he bought a town, but he sold the sea | |
| Claimed a shallow victory | |
| On an iron ship, with a wooden crew | |
| They hit the reef when the moon was new | |
| Now he cries himself to sleep | |
| On a beach made of promises he meant to keep | |
| Long ago | |
| Chorus: | |
| Nobody speaks to the Captain no more | |
| Nobody talks about the war | |
| Hey what the hell were we fighting for | |
| Such a long, long time ago | |
| trumpet piccolo saxophone instrumental | |
| And now the monkeys and the iguanas | |
| They listen to his song | |
| Most uncaptive audience | |
| He plays to all night long | |
| So the story goes, he was dressed to kill | |
| When he jumped from the old mahogany mill | |
| And the jungle beasts, they were heard to wail | |
| As the saxophone still played the scale | |
| For a man we never knew who looked like me and you | |
| Long ago | |
| Nobody speaks to the Captain no more | |
| No one is interested in settling old scores | |
| Hey what they hell were we fighting for | |
| Such a long, long time ago | |
| Nobody speaks to the Captain no more | |
| No one is interested in settling old scores | |
| Hey what they hell were we fighting for | |
| Such a long, long time ago |