| 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 |
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
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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