MONKEY ISLAND PIRATE SONG LYRICS

We're a band of vicious pirates
A-sailin' out to sea.
When you hear our gentle singing...
You'll be sure to turn and flee!
(Oh, this is just ridiculous.)

Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
That pirate will be done for,
when he falls into our trap!
We're a club of tuneful rovers!
We can sing in every clef!
We can even hit the high notes!
It's just too bad we're tone deaf!

A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
We know he's sure to lose,
'cause we know just where to fire at!
We're thieving balladeers.
A gang of cutthroat mugs.
To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Just jolly good ear-plugs.

A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!

All right, crew, let's get to work!
Our vocation's a thing we love
A thing we'd never shirk!
We'll fight you in the harbor.
We'll battle you on land.
But when you meet singing pirates...
They'll be more than you can stand.
Oh! That was a good one!
No, it wasn't.

No time for song! We've got to move!
The battle will be long,
But our courage we will prove!
We're a pack of scurvy seadogs
Have we pity? Not a dram
We all eat roasted garlic
Then sing from the diaphragm.

A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Less singing, more sailing.
When we defeat our wicked foe,
His ship he will be bailing!
If ye try ta fight us
You will get a nasty whackin'!
If ya disrespect our singin'
We will feed ya to a kraken!

A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!

I'm getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
We're ready to set sail,
though the cannons need a-priming.
We're troublesome corsairs!
And we've come to steal your treasures!
We would shoot you on the downbeat
But we have to rest five measures.

A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Stop! Stop! Stop!
The brass is what we'll polish
And the deck is what we'll mop.

You say you're nasty pirates...
Scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
From what I've seen I tell you
You're not pirates! You're just slackers!

A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!

We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
And...!
...um...
Well...
...err...
Door hinge?
No, no...
Guess the song's over, then.
Guess so.
Hokay, back to work.
Well gee.
I feel a little guilty, now...
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