By: Jimmy Buffett, Matt Betton 

Open season on the open seas and 

Captain says no prisoners please 

Skull and crossbones on a background of black 

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back 



Chorus: 

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back 

Very simple plan of attack 

It's our job and a labor of love 

Take it home to the up above 

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back 

Very simple statement of fact 

Call it pillage or call it plunder 

We're takin' it back from them boys down under 



Hit us hard, took our treasure 

That was the worst thing they could do 

It will be our great pleasure 

To take it back from that Captain Kangaroo 



Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds 

It's a pirates fight we choose 

No we don't want a bucket of blood 

Just a cup is all we could use 

Just a cup 



The sails are up and the bets are down 

Let's lighten up this harbor town 

By hook or crook or new design 

We're streakin' for that finish line 



Chorus: 

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back 

Very simple plan of attack 

It's our job and a labor of love 

Take it home to the up above 

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back 

Very simple statement of fact 

Call it pillage or call it plunder 

We're takin' it back from them boys down under 



-- Spoken: 

"We ask ourselves when we get in a fix 

What would Popeye do in a tight spot like this 

He'd race for his true love and easily win it 

In an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it" 



Lift us up, take us high 

Time to let our spirits fly 

Lift us up, take us high 

Let us sail until we die 



Lift us up, take us high 

Let us float above the foam 

Let our sails fill the sky 

We are takin' our sweet treasure home 



Take it back 

We're takin' it baaaaaaaack 

Take it back!