| Hum… hum
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| We’re cruel and vicious pirate men
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| As hard and tough as brass
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| By far the fearsomest buccaneers
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| To ever walk on grass
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| We pillage here and plunder there
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| We rage from dusk till dawn
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| We hoist the anchor and swab the deck
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| Then gather for drinks on the lawn
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| We’re the lords of the sea
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| (Except, we aren’t at sea)
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| We’re the lords of the sea
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| (Just, not of the actual sea)
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| Arrgh!
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| Now woe betide ye scurvy knaves
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| Who end up in our way
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| We’ll challenge you to a round of golf
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| Or possibly crochet
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| And if you dare to do us wrong
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| You’ll walk the plank no doubt
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| Down you’ll go to an awful fate
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| Those grass stains will never come out
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| We’re the lords of the sea
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| (With quotes around the word «sea»)
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| We’re the lords of the sea
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| (Except for the part with the sea)
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| Arrgh!
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| Now how we ended up here
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| 'Tis a dire and dreadful tale
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| Of the kind to leave the meanest rogue
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| A-pukin' o’er the rail
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| So faithful soul, what cursed
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| Such a stroke of evil luck
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| Our ship washed up on that there hill
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| And hey, I guess it stuck
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| SO now we hold the river here
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| By brutal violent force
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| We’ve also taken up gardening
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| Sustainably of course
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| We’ll make you pay to cross this way
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| And squeeze you till it hurts
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| And on the side we sell a line
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| Of homemade organic desserts
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| We’re the lords of the sea
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| (Well, technically next to the sea)
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| We’re the lords of the sea
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| Or sort of…
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| OF THE SEA!
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| Arrgh! |