The guests and crew of The Apogee's Kiss gather in the ballroom to honor and hearken to their esteemed captain, Thelonius Q. Widdleton III.
lyrics
And now the man whose fearless gumption leaves us all in awe
A noble pilot, our assumption: many wars he saw
But either way the pins and medals strewn across his chest
His perfect hair and upright air have rendered us impressed
No finer fellow we’d request to lead us through the stars
His barrel chest, his suits so pressed, he plays a mean guitar
We’d follow blindly anywhere, with sword, or pissul-drun
Stand up straight and flat your palm,
He's here: It's Widdleton!
