U.S. Bombs

U.S. Bombs - Madagascar lyrics

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two hundred loathsome cutthroats armed to the teeth hurling there grenades as they get closer to the beach we had cutlasses and blunderbusses off to get an island with the only money tree take it from the rich bless the pirates jump the ship and torture them the rich a twenty-one gun salute and three loud cheers pirate rowed ashore for their fair blosdy share town croud shouted out viva le roi twenty more cannons thirty-four muskets headed out for treasure in the bourbon islands plunder take was gold diamonds silks an porcelains madagascar we're comin for your barrels of rum a wooden leg i stand on by ye gallows we hung
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