| By: Jimmy Buffett, Matt Betton
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| Open season on the open seas and
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| Captain says no prisoners please
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| Skull and crossbones on a background of black
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| We ain’t stealin' we’re just takin' back
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| We ain’t stealin' we’re just takin' back
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| Very simple plan of attack
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| It’s our job and a labor of love
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| Take it home to the up above
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| We ain’t stealin' we’re just takin' back
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| Very simple statement of fact
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| Call it pillage or call it plunder
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| We’re takin' it back from them boys down under
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| Hit us hard, took our treasure
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| That was the worst thing they could do
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| It will be our great pleasure
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| To take it back from that Captain Kangaroo
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| Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds
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| It’s a pirates fight we choose
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| No we don’t want a bucket of blood
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| Just a cup is all we could use
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| Just a cup
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| The sails are up and the bets are down
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| Let’s lighten up this harbor town
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| By hook or crook or new design
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| We’re streakin' for that finish line
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| We ain’t stealin' we’re just takin' back
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| Very simple plan of attack
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| It’s our job and a labor of love
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| Take it home to the up above
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| We ain’t stealin' we’re just takin' back
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| Very simple statement of fact
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| Call it pillage or call it plunder
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| We’re takin' it back from them boys down under
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| -- Spoken:
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| «We ask ourselves when we get in a fix
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| What would Popeye do in a tight spot like this
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| He’d race for his true love and easily win it
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| In an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it»
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| Lift us up, take us high
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| Time to let our spirits fly
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| Lift us up, take us high
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| Let us sail until we die
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| Lift us up, take us high
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| Let us float above the foam
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| Let our sails fill the sky
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| We are takin' our sweet treasure home
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| Take it back
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| We’re takin' it baaaaaaaack
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| Take it back! |