Thunder and Rum

Oh, no more tarpaulins and monkey jackets for me
I'm going to mount a swallowtail
I'm going to drive down to Detroit
Hello, whoo! Man goes overboard
Ooo lord I said "Um um stop the thunder"
Plenty too much up here
What's the use of thunder?
Zip zip, here's the lightning
Lightning my old friend
All my compasses are going haywire
I don't need all this brain-power
I want rum
I don't want thunder
We want rum
Give us a glass of rum
Intervals go round and round
Notice in the swirling ground
Zip zip, here's the lightning
What are The Three Johns without lightning?
The very thought is frightening
Doe's the pope poo in the wood?
Sure he does
He don't want thunder
He wants rum
Give him a glass of rum
It's a nasty nightlife
See the gale?
Ships toss shuttlecocks to the blast
When rum is in the man is out
I said I was thunderstruck
I was galvanised to my seat
Violence shocking
All y compasses are interlocking
Midnight iron law
Stops my thunder