We pillage we steal, we drink then we kill,
we fire our cannons, we cut them with steel.
The captain goes rogue, I jump on the wheel,
we are in a storm, the ship does not steer.
The enemies approach, they're right on our rear,
they give us a broadside, the blow is severe.
Our mast is destroyed, we're now inmobile,
they sail on our side, we're crippled with fear.
The grapples are launched, things do look drear,
the battle is fierce, we fight them with zeal.
We leave no survivors, what an ordeal,
oh! there is still one, slippery eel.
We are chasing him down, he tries to conceal,
down in the rooms, of the brigadier.
The battle is over, we loot all their gear,
below the deck, there's premium beer.
They're asking for me, the ship's balladeer,
And everyone sings, with voices austere.
"A pirate's life for another year!
a pirate's life for another year!"