| Gather round and listen
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| As I tell you now this tale
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| The grim legacy of the pirates three
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| And how their lives ceased to be
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| I’ll tell you know of Redrum
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| The ginger commodore
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| He got a case of the scurvy rot
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| And then that bastard was no more
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| This is the tale of Captain Crashride
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| By his crew, condemned and damned
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| And as if this wasn’t bad enough
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| They replaced him with a baldy man
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| Now his ghost haunts the sea
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| Eternally he’s doomed to wander
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| Mayhaps you’ll hear his deathly cry
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| C’mon son, buy a Honda!
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| To the end of time we will sail the seas
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| With cutlasses in hand
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| We’ll terrorize the land
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| Though the hands of fate may strike us down
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| We’ll fight 'til we fall
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| Swashbucklers 'til we die
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| This is the tale of Admiral Nobeard
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| The fattest pirate in the west
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| He’s never seen his balls before
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| And he needs a bra to hold his breasts
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| Feared by friend and foe alike
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| No sword nor gun could wound his flesh
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| But one day he met his fate
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| 'Twas on a pretzel he choked to death
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| To the end of time we will sail the seas
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| With cutlasses in hand
|
| We’ll terrorize the land
|
| Though the hands of fate may strike us down
|
| We’ll fight 'til we fall
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| Swashbucklers 'til we die
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| We’ll fight 'til we fall
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| Swashbucklers 'til we die |