Come as you "Arrrr!" with your burr,
We are at sea, matey,
We'll be friends. I mean "friends."
That's porthole venery.

Haul the line; spar is up;
This boy is yours, bony mate.
Make a wrest in my end, get these bold men's oar in ya,
Men's oar in ya, men's oar in ya, men's oar in ya.

Come doused by pud, soaked in breech,
We are at sea, matey
Where we bend toward the end of a bold man's oar in ya,
Man's oar in ya, man's oar in ya, man's oar in ya.

"Arrrr!" we swear, buccaneers, havin' fun,
Buggineers, havin' fun, bugginrears, havin' fun.

Men's oar in ya, men's oar in ya, men's oar in ya (soap's salvin' buns)

"Arrrr!" we swear, buccaneers, havin' fun,
Buggineers, havin' fun,
Bugginrears, havin' fun,
Bunchaqueers havin' fun,
Man's oar in ya, men's oar in ya.