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For more piratey Christmas goodness check out Pirate Carols and Pirate Carols 2.
Pirate Lads Are Coming to Town
Ye better not fight
Ye better not hide
Better to run
I’m tellin’ ye why
Pirate Lads are comin’ to town
We’ll search the town once,
we’ll check it twice
Gonna find loot all sparkly and nice
Pirate Lads are comin’ to town
We’ll find where ye are hiding
All yer high-priced stuff
We might e’en grab a wench or two
We can never get enough
O! Ye better not fight
Ye better not hide
Better to run
I’m tellin’ ye why
Pirate Lads are comin’ to town
Muskets a-fire
Cutlass a-swing
Many a lass give plenty a scream
Pirate Lads are comin’ to town
Give us yer gold
Silver, too
Wouldn’t say no to a gem or two
Pirate Lads are comin’ to town
We’ll find where ye are hiding
All yer high-priced stuff
We might e’en grab a wench or two
We can never get enough
Ye better not fight
Ye better not hide
Better to run
I’m tellin’ ye why
Pirate Lads are comin’ to town
Let it Blow! Let it Blow! Let it Blow!
Oh the weather outside is frightful
but the grog be so delightful
and since we've no place to go
let it blow, let it blow, let it blow
It doesn't show signs of stopping
And the sails be always popping
The boys be hunkered down below
let it blow, let it blow, let it blow
When it’s finally time for watch
How I’ll hate going out in the storm
But as long as the rum is near
All the night long I’ll be warm
The deck is pitching madly
And we watch the waves break wildly
As long as we’ve ports to go
let it blow, let it blow, let it blow
Oh the weather outside is frightful
but the grog be so delightful
since we've no place to go
let it blow, let it blow, let it blow
It doesn't show signs of stopping
And the sails are always popping
The boys be hunkered down below
let it blow, let it blow, let it blow
When it’s finally time for watch
How I’ll hate going out in the storm
But as long as the rum is near
All the night long I’ll beOh the weather outside is frightful
but the grog be so delightful
since we've no place to go
let it blow, let it blow, let it blow
You’re a mean one, Captain Hook
You’re a mean one, Captain Hook
You’re slippery as cold steel
You be as cuddly as a cannon
You’re charming as an eel
Captain Hook
You’re a rotten ship with a barnacled keel
You’re a robber, Captain Hook
Ye hate an empty hold
Ye like lots of loot and gems
You’re stingy and you’re cold
Captain Hook
Ye wouldn’t share a single
Dubloon of gold
You’re a vile one
Captain Hook
Ye have weevils in your smile
You have half the tender sweetness of that ticking crocodile, Captain Hook
Given the choice,
I’d take the ticking crocodile
You’re a foul one, Captain Hook
Ye hunt lost boys on a whim
Ye sharpen up your hook
Hope to rip them limb from limb
Captain Hook
You be a three-decker whale fat sandwich,
With ground up fish sauce
You are ruthless, Captain Hook
You’re the king of dog-eat-dog
Your crew be just as brutal, ye all deserve to rot
Captain Hook
Your ship be an appalling wreck
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of rubbish humanity imaginable,
Someday you’ll be lined up and shot!
You’re a slime ball, Captain Hook
Like a hand full of nauseous slugs
Ye run a crooked ship
full of hairy rats and bugs
Captain Hook
The three best words that best describe you,
Be as follows, and I quote
Skewed!
Rude!
Crude!
