Odysseus' Reprise

After sharing his lemon, my first mate laid odds Against me growing to favor the fruit of the goddess It's true, the Fates had me a long age adrift But I found your lush isle, and I bared my Greek gift For six blissful years we did breakfast in bed I think I might actually have been overfed For the time came when my spermies started to snooze And not long after Hermes delivered the news And now I miss you Calypso I miss the warmth of your kiss, oh I swear the memory still burns in my heart Our tongues did the tango Your yin did my yango But destiny yanked them apart Still I can taste you Calypso And those nectarine lips, oh You laid a spread, I just followed my hunch You were saucier than Circe And if Zeus yet had mercy He'd have me back at your table by lunch I fancied a life with some warmth I'd have won But the climate's grown cold beneath this Ithacan son Yet one suitor denies me my impassioned reprise Strung and pluck, I but play second lyre to Christ The same drama unfolding nigh every night A vessel full of seamen left high and dry To a pantheon of gods I've most humbly appealed But it seems that my fate's been hermetically sealed But I want to thank you Calypso You really raised my midship so Your winds were favorable right from the start But all the while they were blowing I had no way of knowing It'd be the last time I'd pour out my art Aw, come and take me Calypso To be held dear and gripped so I'm growing senseless from pounding my fist This wine-dark sea that's between us Just leaves poor Polyphemus Without a reason at all to exist "I'll fulfill all your wildest desires," you purred And, unlike those damned sirens, you made good on your word Every day you made certain my myth got enlarged And the old, Trojan warrior got honorably discharged I'll call your isle 'home' Calypso Let Homer say I was whipped so He knows but half the odyssey I've endured My logic's simple Calypso You're a nymph, facto ipso With you my deck's daily swabbing's assured Well you can have me now Calypso Come have your way with your hips, oh Living without you, well, I might as well be dead My ever bedroom-eyed weaver Oh, why did I ever leave ya? I must have been out of my head I must have been out of my head I must have been out of my head