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Booty Bound

Set the sails!\nHoist’em up, ya bilge rats!\nBring us broadside!\nSwing us back around!\nAh! See those sober sailors, Sammy?\nSammy, Captain?\nSing with me a shanty!\nAye Aye!\nRaise the anchor, then yer tankard\nPlay yer hurdy-gurdies\nSlug yer grog, ye old seadog\nAnd drink away yer scurvy\nMe words are slurred, me eyes are blurred\nThe world’s turned topsy-turvy\nWon’t start a new venture\nTill all me crew members\nAre drunk and far from thirsty\nAll hands on deck, me hearties\nWhen the waves are ragin' hardest\nYou’ll all obey, or walk the plank\nAs bait to feed the sharks with\nWe’ll brave the dangerous seas\nAnd they will see our flag the farthest\nYe can ask the tavern wenches\nThey all know me mast’s the largest\nYo ho! Yer wife, I mean\nIt’s a pirate’s life for me\nChests and booty — I’d like to see\nI’ll cross the seas to find a piece\nI’m speakin' of gold and riches\nI’ll take all I can load my ship with\nLadies sail the seas with me\nTo see how real a Moby Dick is\nA skull arises skywards\nThar’s booty to be found\nYou can put my ass on blast\nAvast, you’ll never shoot me down\nWe’re paid doubloons to play our tunes\nOn top of the loot we’ve found\nSo make room on the poopdeck\nAll aboard, we’re booty bound\nLand Ho, ye scallywags!\nGrab a shovel and help me dig\nIf the spoils are less than treasure\nWe’ll lock you up in the Galleon brig\nHave ya glanced the map, ya rapscallion?\nThe X will mark the jackpot\nDig a hole in the ground, if no loot is found\nThen we’ll be met with the Black Spot\nI’m a crackshot with me musket here\nLike a swashbucklin' buccaneer\nIf you spot our Jolly Roger near\nYou’ll see just what all landlubbers fear\nWe’ve sprung a leak! Struck from the rear!\nPick up your trusty bucket, cheers!\nI’m bloody drunk, somebody steer\nHe’s gonna barf, everybody clear!\nCaptain, how the seas have blackened\nFrom the deep, a beast attackin'\nFailure’s hard to swallow but that’s\nAll we’ll feed the Kraken!\nAye, we’ll blast him outta the water\nHaul our cargo back to harbor\nOnly men of mine left behind are those\nWho don’t know Port from Starboard!\nWe’ll never be ripped asunder\nThrough thunderstorms and sunburns\nWe’ll scavenge, plunge, and plunder\nEven when we be seasick drunkards\nAnd we’ll sing a salty shanty\nShould our sorry ship go under\nThen we’ll spend some time with Davy Jones\nWhere sunken sailors slumber!\nA skull arises skywards\nThar’s booty to be found\nYou can put my ass on blast\nAvast, you’ll never shoot me down\nWe’re paid doubloons to play our tunes\nOn top of the loot we’ve found\nSo make room on the poopdeck\nAll aboard, we’re booty bound\nYo ho ho, with me bottle of rum\nIt be all that I’ve brung to drink\nCoast to coast, we roam\nTill we’re wobbly drunk\nOr the Kraken catches up with me\nI’d prefer a doom at sea\nBetter men have met worse fates\nLike a stir of mutiny\nStabbed in the back by yer first mates\nWe be wanderlusts, with our blunderbusses\nAnd constant want of bananas\nAre you one of us? If you’re not to trust\nThen we’ll launch you to land from our cannons\nEyes to the sky, it’s Peter Pan!\nEnjoy the beach, ye skeevy clam\nKeep to the shore, never leave the sand\nLest your stern get beat and rammed!\nYe can barely wield a cutlass\nMuch less even read a compass\nPray the mermaids give ye guidance\nCuz you’re just as dumb as Colombus\nThe cracklin' bones of captains old\nShall never shiver me timbers\nI don’t parlay with the dead\nInstead, I’m leaving these skeletons splintered\nWe’ll solve their clues, and hoard doubloons\nI’ll score me loot, or drown!\nYa goonies, watch for boobie traps\nMe crew is booty bound!\nA skull arises skywards\nThar’s booty to be found\nYou can put my ass on blast\nAvast, you’ll never shoot me down\nWe’re paid doubloons to play our tunes\nOn top of the loot we’ve found\nSo make room on the poopdeck\nAll aboard, we’re booty bound\nYo ho yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!