On nights like this, when the sea's a bit amiss
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and the lights go down across the seaside village
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I get down, I feel had
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I feel on the verge of going mad
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and then it's time to loot and pillage
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I put on me eyepatch, and swab up the poop deck
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and pull the wig down on me head
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YARRR
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suddenly I'm Captain Midwest Midnight Checkout Wench
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until I keelhaul and put meself to bed
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Ahoy! ...matey
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I look back on where I'm from
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look at the scalawag I've become
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and the strangest things seem suddenly routine
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I look up from me grog on the rocks
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a gift-wrapped wig still in the box
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of scurvy velveteen
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I put on me eyepatch, and polish me pegleg
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and pull the wig down from the shelf
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YARRRRR
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Suddenly I'm Miss Delahaye 1663
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Until I keelhaul and turn back to meself
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Ahoy, avast, scurvy dog
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Some wenches they have natural ease
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they wear it any way they please
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with their parrot curls and perfumed treasure chests, ha ha
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Wear it up, blow me down
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This is the best way that I've found
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to be the scurviest you've ever seen
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I put on me eyepatch and lower the anchor
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I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
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YARRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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Suddenly I'm Miss Saucy Booty from the sea
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until I keelhaul and I turn back to meself
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Yarrrr!!
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Chum, grog, jolly roger, barnacles and stew
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Cutlass curls, bilgerats, it's all because of you
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With your Davy Jones' locker, and your hook and eyepatch, too
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arr, yarr, darr, ahoy, it's all because of you
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It's all because of you, it's all because of you
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AH-HARRR
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Fire the cannon!
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yarrr, land ho matey!
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Okay, everyone:
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I put on me eyepatch, and shiver me timbers
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I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
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YAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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Suddenly I'm this buccaneer of land and sea
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and I ain't never... I'm never sailing back!
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YARRR!! YARRR!!
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Pirate In A Box
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| Lemon Demon |
