Tell Whiplash Charlie Wills,

Jack’s got a case of his favorite swill.

Go and tell ole’ One-Eyed Pete,

Grab his crew, it’s time to meet.



Send out the pirate call,

That it’s time for a drunken brawl.

We’ll meet down by the docks,

‘Round about 9 o’clock.



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Black Jack Slim’s Cutthroat Inn, 

Is the dirtiest place I’ve ever been. 

He serves up liquor, grog and wine, 

A guarantee of a dirty ‘ol time! 

Those seven deadly sins are wicked for sure, 

Jacks’ got those, plus 11 more! 

Swagger on down to the Cutthroat Inn, 

And have a round with Black Jack Slim!



Tell Annie and Calico Jack,

That there’s gambling in the back.

Tell Morgan when he hits the shore,

There’ll be rum and girls galore. 



Tonight no one will get their sleep,

When we’re on our midnight creep.

Gonna smash out all the windows,

Gonna kick down all the doors.



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Tell Kidd that old sea dog,

We got 100 gallons of grog.

Tell Teach the Devil’s Son,

We got a powder keg just for fun.



He’ll break out his Blackport Rye,

It burns like hell, but it gets you high!

If you gotta run, sail, walk, or crawl,

Get to Jack’s Pirate free-for-all!



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When the Inn’s full, Jack will jump on out,

Hop on the bar, and then he’ll shout:

“It’s to Hell we go, for all our sins,

So get in line behind Old Slim!”



Then he’ll open up all the taps,

Haul all the booze in from the back.

We’ll drink and fight ‘till midnight,

We’ll rant and roar ‘till daylight.



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