Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
What's that? |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
Funky Monkey |
How 'bout a banana? |
Wait… Wait a minute |
Ocean motion, crashin' caution, ships dips tips |
As we sail the turbulant sea |
Stomach stops churnin', with a pail o' dramamine |
Yell sailor man, sailor man hands |
Hands on deck, hands help the helmsman and |
I sing and groove as the sea men move |
Every poem's relay'n what the brave men do |
I'm your lore man and your troubadour |
Singing my thing, out in the evermore |
Booty seeker, livin' adventure |
Snap map, dig that treasure |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
What's that? |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Ooop… |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Funky Monkey |
Read the sea chart, freed from black heart |
Pirate papers lead us and speed our start |
Sea skiff lands on, isle of the simian |
Destination vegitation confrontation |
Up down, grind the ground, seek the X |
Where buccaneer's gold is bound to be found |
Tangly trees, humid heat, soggy feet |
They keep the beat and speed with the need |
Back to the map in the pack that I'm wearing |
The way I use the clues keep the beat on our bearings |
A machete swingin' singin' bringin' branches down |
Cuttin' a trail to the trove renouned |
Many bitey bugs buzz our ears as we go |
In an infinate swarm of kamakazi mosquitos |
Here we go, off I take ya |
Slap gnat, dig that treasure |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
What's that? |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Ooop… |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Funky Monkey |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
What's that? |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
Funky Monkey |
Head to the end, jungle temple, and then |
Tune the tempo up before we begin |
Tricky tippy trap attack brings a boulder down |
Rollin' bowlin' bold men back with a thundering sound |
They dodge the darts, I play my part |
Framing fearless lyrics cheering spirit and heart |
Quibble riddle gristle as I ponder temple puzzle |
But no lyrics or locks can defy my razzle dazzle |
Next to the X, feel the flow that I flex |
Get on the go, go get the chest |
Priceless prize by any measure |
Trip trap, dig that treasure |
Now |
What's that? |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Ooop… |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Funky Monkey |
What's that? |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Ooop… |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Funky Monkey |
Hear the gate drop, fearful heart flop |
Footfalls down the hall, coming near, so don't stop |
Drums a beating, feet a fleeting |
Take ya to the chamber of the monkey meeting |
Gibbons growlin', howlers howlin' and yowlin' |
Rhesus and orangutauns pacing and prowlin' |
And what do I see past the chimpanzee's |
But King Kong's uncle starin', glarin' at me |
So ya all know I'm the pro with the stanza |
The way I play my verse'n, I'm a ballad bonanza |
Pretty poem freely flowin', growin' into the sound |
Monkeys ah'd and oogled as they gathered around |
Many primates danced in wild wonder that day |
But when they saw the chest we made our get away |
Hang on to that chest I mentioned |
Git quick, with that treasure |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
What's that? |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Funky Monkey |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
What's that? |
Ooop… |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
How 'bout a banana? |
Funky Monkey |
Skip time, slip vines, zip line, in time, escape the apes that chase |
As we race through the jungle we flee |
Bracken a crackin' comes gorilla posse |
Feet beat the path, beat the path fast |
Best you keep fast past the great marsh grass |
I go right through the big bamboo |
With my verbal machete to our rendevous |
Feet fly, load the skiff by high tide |
Rowing that boat, burning off the cellulite |
Speed it up, 'fore that ape gets ya |
Zip trip, dig that treasure |
Ooop… Ooop… Ooop… |
What's that? |
Ooop… |
How 'bout a banana? |
Funky Monkey |
Dig it. Dig it up |
What's that? |
Dig it. Dig it up |
Funky Monkey |
Monday, August 17, 2015
Funky Monkey
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Sea Food Again
Spent three days stranded on this lonely stand | ||||||||
of rock and sand at sea | ||||||||
My sunburned skin is peeling painful | ||||||||
But that's not what's eating me | ||||||||
Oh, I've seen fruit and I've seen grain | ||||||||
I remember gravy boats and sausage chains | ||||||||
I've seen burdened banquet tables bending with the strain | ||||||||
And I always thought that I'd see food again | ||||||||
My beaten ship was stormy tossed | ||||||||
And sunk beneath the waves | ||||||||
Though everything aboard was lost | ||||||||
Alone my life was saved | ||||||||
Oh I miss fruit and I miss grain | ||||||||
I miss those yummy gravy boats and sausage chains | ||||||||
I'd even eat my vegetables and never once complain | ||||||||
If I only got to see food again | ||||||||
Is it escargo or sushi? I don't know I just know it's sea food again Gritty, sandy sea food again |
Friday, July 3, 2015
Squirrel of the Seas
I've got treasure hot in my hands |
I'll try burying it in the sand |
And there's a secret spot that I know |
In seven hours I've got a hole |
No peeking |
Blistered my soles |
To bury the gold that they're seeking |
Maybe this spot's too easy to find |
Maybe this spot's erosion inclined |
I'll dig that treasure up to secure it |
And polish it up just to ensure |
It's pretty |
Then dig a new hole |
And bury it below preceiving |
I am the pie-are-at guy |
Moving my jewels |
'Til they're hard to find |
I am the squirrel of the seas |
Scratching at fleas |
Jewels are on my mind |
I should move that treasure again |
To know that |
Treasure's hard to find, Treasure's hard to find |
Maybe this hole's poorly disguised |
Maybe it won't decieve prying eyes |
I'll dig another hole like before |
Diggin' treasure's not such a chore, it's real fun |
Then I'll make a map so I know which hole's the real one |
Just tell me which map's the real one (in a confused mumble) |
We Will Rob You - We are the Buccaneers
Buddy you're a drunk, can't walk a straight line | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Getting' hit on the head - in a alley - shanghai'd one day | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
You got hauled on a ship | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Your big fat lip | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Yo-a pirate now, betta get a grip | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
We will, we will rob you | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
We will, we will rob you | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Buddy you're a hard man, want'd man | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Treasure in the sand, gonna get your gold back someday | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
You got back on your ship | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Map at your hip | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Raisin' your roger, better get a grip | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
We will, we will rob you | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
We will, we will rob you | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Buddy you're an old man, tired man | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Guzzlin' your grog, gonna sleep a little long one day | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Turned your back and your're hit | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
You just got gypp'd | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Gonna walk the plank, betta get a grip | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
We will, we will rob you | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
We
will, we will rob you ******************************************
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The Pirate Code
You've got your prisioner bound in braces |
Where your monkey throws it's poo |
It's vocations flinging feces t'entertain your crew |
I think you like to be a pirate |
I think you like to be so cruel |
I think you live by code of pirates |
Breaking every
single rule |
You take what you take |
You slew who you slew |
And now, you be pirating your Pirate's Code |
You got all the right sea skills |
You pay with your bright blade |
And always try to be pirating your Pirate's Code |
Yeah you got gold again |
You got
treasure to gain |
You say they taught you how to steal and fight |
Yeah, they taught you to play fow-well |
I say they taught you how to stab a back |
And watch your buddies bleed and drow-en |
I think you like to wear your eyepatch proud |
I think you love to wear a frow-en |
I think you are blind to the fact |
That the code
you live is the code that cuts you dow-en |
You slay who you slay |
You took what you took |
You always try to be pirating your Pirate's Code |
You got all the right sea skills |
You pay with your bright blade |
You always try
to be pirating your Pirate's Code |
Feel the sound of cannons (Got gold to gain) |
You tumble and you crawl |
Yeah your sails begin to burn |
Feel the sound of cannons (Got gold to gain) |
You tumble and you crawl |
Your sundered ships timbers start to burn |
Yeah your
ship's gonna burn |
Bad
monkey! No! Very very Bad monkey! |
They took what they took from you |
You're chained in their chains |
And cry, they be pirating their pirates code |
You jump when they say frog |
You'll pay for your bright blade |
And cry,
they're pirating their pirates code |
Feel the sound of cannons (Got gold to gain) |
You tumble and you crawl |
Yeah they got gold to gain |
Feel the sound of cannons (Got gold to gain) |
You tumble and you crawl |
The Greatest Gourmet Swedish Chef in Bucaneer Bay
He was a famous Sweedish chef upon a ship to Brazil |
He made the meanest meatballs spiced with savory and dill |
He was the best chef in his field |
But then some pirates came along and now he's making their meals |
He's with the pirates now. He's baking swill souffle |
He's the
greatest gourmet Sweedish chef in Buccaneer Bay |
They made him boil seaweed for the crew to eat |
It really brought him down because they had no meat |
The captain seemed to want a treat |
For the next day captain commandeered a fishing fleet |
And now the buccaneers cheer, and scarf flounder flambe |
He's the
greatest gourmet Sweedish chef in Buccaneer Bay |
A root, a toot, a ladle in his boot |
He bakes them grog-lemon beans - So have no worries |
For although they make a flatulant team |
They prevent scurvy |
And now the buccaneers cheer, as they eat shark fillet |
He's the
greatest gourmet Sweedish chef in Buccaneer Bay |
He was the greatest gourmet Sweedish chef in Buccaneer Bay |
And when he made his greatest gourmet dishes |
He was spicy as a salty spray |
And when he made those meals the buccaneers ate all night and day |
He's the
greatest gourmet Sweedish chef in Buccaneer Bay |
Lickupa lickitylipa lickitylipa lick lick |
They dined all night and all day |
On mackrel chowder and oyster-lime puree |
They got no scurvy |
And those buccaneers cheer for their swordfish souflee |
He's the
greatest gourmet Sweedish chef in Buccaneer Bay |
He fills those bucker's bellies with goodies every night |
And they gobble down some more in the early bright |
They raise their grog and lick their plates |
And they'll be coming back for thirds before it gets too late |
Arr arr they cheer for him at the end of the day |
For
that greatest gourmet Sweedish chef in Buccaneer Bay |
A sip, a slurp a sat-is-fying burp burp burp |
Those pirates once thrived on risk |
Now they dine in style on grapefruit lobster bisque |
Say - so long - scurvy |
And those buccaneers cheer for their pirate buffet |
And the greatest gourmet Sweedish chef in Buccaneer Bay |
Skull and Bones
Just raise our jolly flag up the mast |
That ship's a runnin but we're gainin' fast |
They'll give us jewels or meet with Davy Jones |
I got my flag
of skull and bones |
Don't try to make me be a cobbler |
I'd give 'em peg legs and I'd take their gold |
If they don't like it they'd be floatin' home |
I'd wave my flag of skull and bones |
Still like that flag of skull and bones |
My jolly roger just makes 'em moan |
The open seas are where I like to roam |
With my flag
of skull and bones |
I'd never make it as a gardener |
Rather be a smuggler or a restless rogue |
You won't catch me with a garden gnome |
I've got my
flag of skull and bones |
Say I'm a pirate say whatever you will |
Call me a buccaneer or Bloody Bill |
Old sour grog's my kinda cologne |
I like that flag of skull and bones |
Still like that flag of skull and bones |
My jolly roger just makes 'em moan |
The open seas are where I like to roam |
With my flag of skull and bones |
Sea Bird
Comin to ya - on the open seas |
Take ya earring - if n when I - please |
Pirate parrot - with a salty wing |
I'm not furry
- I'm a featha thing |
I'm a sea bird (squawk) |
I'm a sea bird |
I'm a sea bird |
I'm a sea
bird |
Hey I like jewelry - it's good to chew |
If it's bright and shiny - well it's mine not you'n |
So honey - don't try to pet |
Cause - rings and
fingers - well, I'm gonna get |
I'm a sea bird (squawk squawk) |
Sea bird (pretty bird) |
I'm a sea bird |
I'm a sea
bird |
Listen |
Don't try to br-i-be me - some cracker - treat (listen here) |
Just gimme your gold - it's what I wanna eat |
I'm pirate parrot - I ain't no duck |
Don't wanna
give me nothin' - You you you outta luck |
I'm a sea bird (squawk) |
I'm a sea bird (hi bird) |
I'm a sea bird |
I'm a sea
bird (squaaaawwwk) |
I'll take your rolex - and your necklace and |
Eat your bracelet - and be your only bird friend |
Squawk,
squawk, (whir-a wheet whistling), Squawk |
I'm talkin about - a sea bird |
I'm a sea bird |
A pirate singin' sea bird |
(squawk, squawk) sea bird |
I'm a sea bird |
I'm a sea bird |
I Like Big Booty
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** Repeat last stanza, as if there is a pirate congo line going on. |
I Don't Feel Like Fightin'
Woke up in the morning with a ship that's full of gold |
The greatest rags to riches pirate story ever told |
Now the tide is turnin, need a map, a place to land |
On some deserted island bury treasure in the sand |
But this ship's weighted down, draggin' low and movin' slow |
Too much gold, who'd of thought of such a plight |
Grab those oars and row, wind's weak, we need to go |
On the h'rison black flags h'come in sight |
But I don't feel like fightin' |
And your Jolly Roger's raised |
Just put that boney flag |
And those coal black cannon balls away |
You think that I could swagger up a little swashbuckler display |
But I don't feel like fightin' |
No sir, no fightin' today |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Cuz' I've way to much gold to lose |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Can't you see I'm just out on a cruise? |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Bailin' out this salty ship with the wealthy pirate blues |
Ships will come and ships will go, my future's lookin' swell |
Gonna build mansion and a swanky, posh, hotel |
Gonna get some decency, say goodbye t'this pirate life. |
Settle down, raise family, w'some saucy pirate wife. |
So I'll try to stall, your little pleasure call |
This finder's keeper's gold is rightly mine |
So please, don't be mean, to my hopes and dreams |
If you sail away, I'm sure you'll stop my cry'n |
Cuz I don't feel like fightin' |
And your Jolly Roger's raised |
Just put that boney flag |
And those coal black cannon balls away |
You think that I could swagger up a little swashbuckler display |
But I don't feel like fightin' |
No sir, no fightin' today |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Cuz' I've way to much gold to lose |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Can't you see I'm just out on a cruise? |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Bailin' out this salty ship with the wealthy pirate blue-who-whos |
You can't come and take my goh' |
Sink my ship and we'll both be poh' |
Just let me go - and when we meet in town I'll by you gro-ah-og |
But I don't feel like fightin' |
And your Jolly Roger's raised |
Just put that boney flag |
And those coal black cannon balls away |
You think that I could swagger up a little swashbuckler display |
But I don't feel like fightin' |
No sir, no fightin' today |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Cuz' I've way to much gold to lose |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Can't you see I'm just out on a cruise? |
Don't feel like fightin', fightin' |
Bailin' out this salty ship with the wealthy pirate blue-who-whos |
Just a Pirate
I know I'm just a pirate |
But I try |
To lead these scurvy pirates |
And raise my roger high |
I know I'm just a pirate |
And it's true |
That these treasures I'm treasuring |
Really come from you |
Someday I'll sail by midnight star |
And find myself where rich ships are beside me |
Where cannons chill their hearts with dread |
And fill the air with balls of lead |
That's where you'll find me |
I know I'm just a pirate |
Bloodbeard I |
Give me all of your treasures |
If you don't wish to die |
Someday I'll sail by midnight star |
And find myself where rich ships are beside me |
Where cannons chill their hearts with dread |
And fill the air with balls of lead |
That's where you'll find me |
I know I'm just a pirate |
Bloodbeard I |
Give me all of your treasures |
If you don't wish to die |
If you like living, don't you cry |
Just hand it over |
Aye, it's do or die |
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