| For many a-year we have travelled the seas | 
| Singing songs about pirates and all their misdeeds | 
| Stories of treasures and great undead foes | 
| Just a day in the life of a man that I know | 
| Your legendary prowess in drinking much beer | 
| Recorded in song for all people to hear | 
| But many have asked where we’re next gonna sail | 
| The answer lies deep in a barrel of ale | 
| There are no more tales to be told | 
| No more stories from battles of old | 
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end | 
| We are scraping the barrel my friend | 
| There are no more tales to be told | 
| No more stories from battles of old | 
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end | 
| We are scraping the barrel my friend | 
| You may think you’ve heard all this music before | 
| That Running Wild did it back in '84 | 
| But times are a-changing and we don’t give a damn | 
| So if you don’t like it, go start your own band | 
| Many have told us that we can’t go on | 
| That one day we’ll run out of lyrics for songs | 
| But when the time comes to write album four | 
| We’ll scrape at the barrel once more | 
| There are no more tales to be told | 
| No more stories from battles of old | 
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end | 
| We are scraping the barrel my friend | 
| There are no more tales to be told | 
| No more stories from battles of old | 
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end | 
| We are scraping the barrel my friend | 
| There are no more tales to be told | 
| No more stories from battles of old | 
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end | 
| We are scraping the barrel my friend | 
| There are no more tales to be told | 
| No more stories from battles of old | 
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end | 
| We are scraping the barrel my friend | 
| There are no more tales to be told | 
| No more stories from battles of old | 
| Now it seems our journey has come to an end | 
| We are scraping the barrel my friend |