LYRICS:

Pirate operator

There's none greater

Blackbeard's my name

Stealing's my game!

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It's no surprise I cause a scare

I keep lit tapers in my hair

Now take me to your loot.

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I don't need your silver and gold

Cos they're far too heavy in my hold.

Give me cumin, nutmeg, and all of your wine

Anything I can sell will do fine.

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Look out cos here we come

Sailing in the hot sun

Flag has got a skull on (see?)

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Here's what my advice is,

Hand over your spices

Or get cut into slices.

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Anne Bonny, Mary Read

Equal opportunity

Gonna take your rum

Fetch a tidy sum.

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Secret sales to the colonies

If you want tea, it's me you see

But don't tell the governor.

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We may be bad but in case of dispute

Pirate's code means you'll get your fair loot.

And when we're caught we'll claim pregnancy

It's what known as pleading the belly.

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Sail the Caribbean

Underneath the hot sun

Ship with 36 guns

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Stealing from everyone

Then sell it back to them

Spend it on having fun.

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We're a floating shop

Sell at every stop

Be it sugar or spice

All competitively priced, so...

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A pirate's life isn't quite what it seems

Some have even robbed ships for the Queen.

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We'll scare you just enough

So you give us your stuff

Cos I'd rather keep my cutlass clean.

(But we will kill you if we have to)

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On the ocean we roam

Under skull and crossbones

Galleon is our home.

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Stealing is a pleasure

We don't bury treasure

Spend it at our leisure.

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Oh, living life on the rum

Underneath the hot sun

Easier said than done (yeah-yeah!)

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Cos there'll be retribution

We'll face prosecution

And then execution

Oh, yeah.