| Long John Silver, ring in his ear
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| He’s the hero, make that clear
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| Does the same thing his father did
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| Sailing around the Caribbean
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| Robbing kings with his talking parrot
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| This time I think he’s on the high side
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| Scabs are forming, scraped his knee
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| Guards are warning, a bad man is free
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| He’s like electric clock that needs no winding
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| Keeps the time without your hands
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| Western feet need no binding
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| Take a barefoot run through old Japan
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| He’s seen a thousand countries
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| They’re all the same
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| Some men are crazy
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| Some of them sane
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| But all men are ruled by a flag or a game
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| And he knows nobody’s got you if you don’t sign your name
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| Long John Silver serves no king
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| No land holds him, that’s why he feels like singing
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| Every country now and then
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| Roars like Irish, drunk and singing
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| Every monk will now and then call his men to hear the wenches
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| Night bells ringing |