Shiver me timber, ready about.
Pack me lunch, we're shipping out.
With as scurvy a bucket of scupper scum.
As ever got blown to kingdom com.

You mean us? You. You! Us.
Well I'll be a rusty blunderbuss.

Yo Ho! Glory be. Gimme the life of piracy.
Load me a cannon and fire it.
Gimme the life of a pirate.

Girls, girls, take it from me.
The roving life of piracy is less than it's cracked up to be.

Less? Less. Much less? Yes.
For instance, if I might distress...

Pirate ships do not have showers.
Arr Arr thar she blows.
Pirates do not smell like flowers.
Here come pirates, hold your nose.

Big deal. Buckle me swash.
If we were pirates, we'd never wash.
Never? Never. Oh my gosh!
The pirate life for me.
Hail hail glory be.
Gimme a life of larceny.
Gimme a perch and a carrot.
Baak! For the life of a parrot.

Parrot, parrot, Pirate. This is absurd.
Lose the bird.

Yo Ho! Glory Be!

Gimme the life a parrot, paracy!
Load me a cannon and fire it.
Gimme the life of a pirate.

Shiver me timber! Arr me maties.

Pirates do not have bedtimes.
Yo Ho, ready about.
Measles or other dread times.
Pack their lunch. They're shippin' out!

I do miss the looting and the pillage and the plunder.
The mayhem and the bedlam and the cannon shot like thunder.
And I loved the Jolly Roger.
That's the flag that we sailed under.
Gimme the life, gimme the life, gimme the life of a pirate.

Arr arr! Glory be. Gimme a life of piracy.
Load me a cannon and fire it.
As a career we admire it.
How could you help but desire it.
It's the pirate life. Raak!
The life for me