Ever since the days of skulls and crossbones
I've been known as Kaptain Kidd
Every mama and papa keeps his kids home
All because of the things I did
Patch on m' eye, boots to my thigh
A pirate am I
Now most of m' boys still wear their red bandanas
Though we were thinkin' of switchin' to green berets
We're fightin' men and pure Americans
A product of the working class malaise
Patch on m' eye, boots to my thigh
A pirate am I
The C.I.A. and all the black marias
They're supposed to be so bad and rough and stiff
But they're all run by corporate privateers
And they all think that piracy's a myth
But my swabbies make the plumbers look like schoolboys
And we'd pulverize them eggheads down at Rand
A bone beneath your boot makes such a cool noise
I'm hopin' all you poofies understand
Patch on m' eye, boots to my thigh
A pirate am I