We head through the ocean blue
On the chance we should meet you
We fire a warning cannon shot your way
We stride across onto your deck
And drive your vessel to a wreck
We’ll have your loot without too much delay
We are blue blooded scavengers
We prey upon the weak
We’re armed to teeth with swords and knives
Your money or your lives!
We sleep in bunks and row by day
We all drink rum along the way
We have a laugh but we’re professional
Efficiency is monitored
Slackers are thrown overboard
Though we like to think we’re pretty rational
We’re effortlessly ruthless
But with roguish love appeal
Lock up your daughters and your wives
Your money or your lives!
They say we leave our loot around
On desert islands underground
And we pace the distances on foot
If they think X marked the spot
And we left treasure we forgot
Then we are race misunderstood
They think that we are mindless thugs
But we’re clever underneath
We are bright and worldly-wise
Your money or your lives!
It seems just a job to most
Although it has rewards to boast
Like our unique profit-sharing scheme
We also get weekends away
In some peaceful cove or bay
In places that you only get to dream
We’ve seen the world twice over
We have sailed the seven seas
He who relents also survives
Your money or your lives!
