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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 ye now of Redrum |
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The ginger commodore |
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He got a case of 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 soul 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 till 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 breast |
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Freared by friend and foe alike |
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No sword or 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 |
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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 till we fall |
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Swashbucklers til we die |