Lyrics to Great To Be A Pirate
Soon you'll be a dead man...
Ain't it great to be a pirate, laddie
To sail the seas and to end just like your daddy
Draw your cutlass, spark your pistol's flash pan
Steal gold to spend before you are a dead man...soon you'll be a dead man.
Welcome to the ship, you're now one of the crew
We've lots of fun since we have so much to do
We've sails to mend, and decks for which to swab
A bilge to pump, and lots of other jobs
There's lots of ropes, a-ready for the climbing
We need a nestin' crow, since our last he went deck divin'
And if you find, in Hell you are a doubter
We're always runnin' short, of monkeys for the powder
Down in the galley, the bread is cooked with raisins
To hide the maggots, in the flower Cookie's raisin'
The water's going bad, in the barrels where its keepin'
The rum is getting stronger, since the First Mate's heads been steepin'
In every port, the ladies there are waitin'
To take the gold, from each man whose loins are achin'
Then back to sea, to start it all again
Or face the gallows, and become a freer man
<2nd Chorus>...all together...tenor & bass finish with... ?for soon you'll be a dead man.?
Ain't it great, to be a pirate, Laddie
To sail the seas, and to hang just like your daddy
Draw your cutlass, spark your pistol's flash pan
Steal gold to spend, for soon you'll be a dead man...for soon you'll be a dead man.
Great To Be A Pirate Video:
Ain't it great to be a pirate, laddie
To sail the seas and to end just like your daddy
Draw your cutlass, spark your pistol's flash pan
Steal gold to spend before you are a dead man...soon you'll be a dead man.
Welcome to the ship, you're now one of the crew
We've lots of fun since we have so much to do
We've sails to mend, and decks for which to swab
A bilge to pump, and lots of other jobs
There's lots of ropes, a-ready for the climbing
We need a nestin' crow, since our last he went deck divin'
And if you find, in Hell you are a doubter
We're always runnin' short, of monkeys for the powder
Down in the galley, the bread is cooked with raisins
To hide the maggots, in the flower Cookie's raisin'
The water's going bad, in the barrels where its keepin'
The rum is getting stronger, since the First Mate's heads been steepin'
In every port, the ladies there are waitin'
To take the gold, from each man whose loins are achin'
Then back to sea, to start it all again
Or face the gallows, and become a freer man
<2nd Chorus>...all together...tenor & bass finish with... ?for soon you'll be a dead man.?
Ain't it great, to be a pirate, Laddie
To sail the seas, and to hang just like your daddy
Draw your cutlass, spark your pistol's flash pan
Steal gold to spend, for soon you'll be a dead man...for soon you'll be a dead man.
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