| There’s nothing more that a pirate loves best
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| Than coming across a magnificent chest
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| But digging a hole’s just the start o' the task
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| The real quest is getting inside of the cask
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| Unsheathing your weapon to open the locks
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| And finding the treasure inside of the box
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| In right stormy waters, through night and through day
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| 'Til the poop deck is covered with salty white spray
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| Woah-oh
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| Ya don’t want to end up shipwrecked
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| Woah-oh
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| I’m questing upon the poop deck
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| Woah-oh
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| You’d be better off watching Star Trek
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| Woah-oh
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| I’m questing upon the poop deck
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| Sailing the Red Sea’s a dangerous duty
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| But there’s more than one way to plunder a booty
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| Plunging your sword through a gaping axe wound
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| You’d be better to wait until the new moon
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| If you are brave you can sail 'round the back
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| By rowing your ship through a forbidden crack
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| By dropping your anchor in murkier waters
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| You can be sure you’ll have no sons or daughters
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| Woah-oh
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| Ya don’t want to end up shipwrecked
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| Woah-oh
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| I’m questing upon the poop deck
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| Woah-oh
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| This song is a pain in the neck
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| Woah-oh
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| I’m questing upon the poop deck
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| Woah-oh
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| I don’t want to end up shipwrecked
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| Woah-oh
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| I’m questing upon the poop deck
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| Woah-oh
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| This song’s not about anal sex
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| Woah-oh
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| Woah-oh
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| Woah-oh
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| I’m questing upon the poop deck |