Greedy, cruel Pirates; aye, searchin' for treasure
Ransack yer ship and then kill for good measure
Mercy for no man; ye will walk the plank
Aye, it be for days like these I give thanks

Gray gruel that troubles me inner intestines
Leathery hardtack does cause indigestion
Eating for weeks on what's left of a rat
Guess on this diet one will not get fat

Keel-haulin' Captains; their throats I be slittin
Monster-ous deeds; aye, we Pirates commit them
Treacherous henchmen who plunder and kill
Aye, of these things I can ne'er get me fill

Thru me glass eye
I can't see things
All it does is stare
I turn me head slightly; the better to see
Aye, then I can see what's there

Bright northern lights and resisting that scurvy
Spending me nights with young women what's curvy
Wenches to bed when we plunder a land
Beautiful native girls; skin bronzed and tan

Nooses that rhythmically swing from the yardarm
Captives talk freely, aye, wish to avoid harm
Stacks of gold doubloons piled high on the floor
Aye, these be some of the things I adore

Vultures that prey on what's left of me rivals
One thing a Pirate knows well be survival
Floating adrift with but foul ale to drink
Whiffin' me armpit; good God, it does stink

Tossing captives
in the ocean
Brings me to remark
Don't think that yer life it be ending in vain
Ye'll be "Happy Meals" for sharks