| Far away in a secret cove
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| In the land of Sgriubh-á-dubh
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| We hide our mighty pirate ship
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| From the eyes of folks like you
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| Aboard the good ship Matey
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| We brew a toxic punch
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| It looks a bit like gravy
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| And it tastes like captain crunch
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| Ephemeral, delectable
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| Entirely undetectable
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| You’ll need a pair of spectacles
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| For diplomatic dog
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| I sail the seas of Sgriubh-á-dubh Island
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| So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
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| Always on the search for treasure
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| So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
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| Drink to the end of time
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| Take one part finest spirit
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| From Caribbean seas
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| Mix it up with monkey brains
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| And the scrapings from your knees
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| A dash of creme de cacao
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| A pint of french moonshine
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| Shake for 15 seconds
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| Prepare for drinking time
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| From Oregon to South Dakota
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| Underwater toilet quota
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| Driving in an old Toyota
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| Systematic frog
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| I sail the seas of Sgriubh-á-dubh Island
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| So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
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| Always on the search for treasure
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| So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
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| Drink to the end of time
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| I sail the seas of Sgriubh-á-dubh Island
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| So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
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| Always on the search for treasure
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| So pour me a glass of the pegleg potion
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| Drink to the end of time
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| We’ll drink to the end of time |