| We sail through the skies, we fight, we fight for rum!
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| To reach the Land of Bundy the taste is in our sights
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| Where the rivers run with gold and the fields are lined with cane
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| Once you reach the land of rum you’ll never see home again
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| This place is not for a timid man for a fierce beasts guards it well
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| With fur of white and eyes of black, and a soul brewed straight from hell
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| But do not fear if you’re true of heart, grab a drink and become a part
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| of the greatest party that will ever be in the land of Bundy!
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| Let’s go, to a place, where we can drink all night and day
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| Get the rum! |
| And the beer! |
| In this place we will stay
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| Get some drinks and grab your friends, come to the party that never ends
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| For this, this is the land, the land of Bundy
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| Down below the shore appears and we know it won’t take long
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| Pirates! |
| Prepare your rums, now grab your beer bong
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| Take the beach, take the sand, crack the kegs, this our land
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| Standing here with rum in hand, a pirates life for me |