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Out apon the sea.
Its hard to catch some relife.
Or find some time to set willy free.

It's a priates life no need to back your 
bags.
Just grab a pint.
When in port avoid the sea hags.

Swab the decks and please if 
ya gotta puke lean over the side.
Be a good little sea bandit
or you'll be learning were Davey Jones does 
reside.


We got fish for breakfest supper and lunch.
Can somone please help the captain.
ya know with a hook for a hand its easy to
get your pants in a bunch.

I gotta walk  the plank  again ?
Hey it's really rude sticking me with that knife.
It sure would be nice if we put this ship in the water.
Do more than drinking and dreaming of the pirates life.

I really dont trust a captian with a poodle.
It really gets old being harrased.
And cleaning up fee fee's doodle

Dont let Larry steer.
After the tenth time  it gets old.
running a ground to go fetch a beer.

No sir I dont belive we'll run into the loch ness monster
off the jersey shore.
No I dont belive the worlds flat.
And I dont care if the five year old first mate swore.

The crows nesk is a perfect place to hide from your
wife.
Were heading  the wrong way check the gps.
Yes I really cant take this pirates life.

Yes captian I really doubt A mermaid stole 
all the rum.
What's the catch of the day?
Sea monster sure I'll have some.

The captian is crabby and it's time for the
first mates nap.
The cook isnt crying cause he's choppin onions 
Its cause he finished the briges of Madison County
yes he's a bit of a sap.

It's probaly not best to duel with a butter knife.
As we set sail yes mam we''ll have the first mate 
back befor sundown.
It's kinda messed up living this modern pirates life.

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