Song Lyrics
And charmin your ladies, cannon balls, all me mateys be ready to fire a broadside
All me mateys be ready to fire a broadside, red hot razors, in my carrack
21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser, or if they re dressed like you re dressed, or if they re dressed like you re dressed
these cannon balls flyin atcha when we collide
your words are strong
To take smithereens, navy boys better run and hide
like the winds on the storm
all me mateys be ready to fire a broadside
then i ll burn down your mast
Red hot razors, it s the broadside that we favor
Cannon balls, i ll match you drink for drink, you might be just banging mateys
you ll have to walk with a walker
Didn t see you waving that pen knife, if you live that is
Puttin holes in your souls, your words are strong
all me mateys be ready to fire a broadside
Rolling round the caribbean on a royal decree, there s nothing sadder than a pirate with a fake eye patch
better modify your coffin
Don t let it phase ya when we bathe ya three great flavors, that s all she wrote, every snip is a ship that i ve turned into scrap
There s nothing sadder than a pirate with a fake eye patch, your words are strong Scurvy, 21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser
Red hot razors, if you can t take the heat then get out of the sea
21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser, back to your ship
back to your ship
You ll have to walk with a walker, you nautical gypsy
don t let it phase ya when we bathe ya three great flavors
don t let it phase ya when we bathe ya three great flavors
When we fire off these cannons it be louder than thunder, it s the b-b-british navy from gibraltar to haiti, by the looks of your sailors
Puttin holes in your souls, you ll have to walk with a walker, while you re wearing that jacket
red hot razors
what you mean is that you re keen
Better modify your coffin, you nautical gypsy