I'm an old salty dog
with dubloons on my mind
I've got my hand on my dagger
And a patch on my eye
Where swinging on the riggin'
And preparing to board
Soon you & and the French
Will be going overboard
I've been lain' the b'layin' pins so long
The even my parrot thinks my
mind has gone
Down on my knees sayin'
Prayers in the lamp light
The first mate's 21 but will
His ass turn 22
I never knew a P.O.M that
didn't deserve it
The wops & the wogs you
know they're unheard of
You'd better sail away
or you and your fleet will find it hard to float.
Chorus
We can't we
Sail the sea
You know that we
we're petty thieves
Been living most our lives
livin' in a Pirates' Paradise.