| You stuff your face
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| Hoping never to be lean
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| For fear of what shall be
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| Untipping scales, low fat cuisine
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| You cook up the dough
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| But the calories don’t bestow
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| The girth that might be right
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| To enjoy the spoils of your sailor sights
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| Why can’t we grab some grub?!
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| Some grub to clog our veins!
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| Nourishment — deep inside of you!
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| We know that gluttony’s not wrong!
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| So fill your plates and bowls!
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| And sup a hearty stew
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| Down the gullet to your bulbous arse
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| A pirate’s body looks good on you!
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| Never, ever believe
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| All your meals were wasted
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| 'Cause you’ll never know
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| How good a pirate’s life has tasted
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| So many people have drawn veils over their eyes
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| Afraid. |
| Afraid of what they might see
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| As did those who kept hidden inside
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| Afraid. |
| Afraid of what they might be
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| Surf-n-Turf! |
| For Piratical Girth! |