|Most days are like all of the others|
Go to work, come back home, watch TV!
But brother if I had me druthers
I'd chuck it and head out to sea.
For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the old Spanish Main
And trade me computer for rum! ARR!
Yo ho, yo ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate Day"
When laptops are benches
God gave us for wenches
And a sail ain't a low price ta pay!
|When timbers are shivered|
And lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars
For a shipful of ARRRRRs
And pund back the grog 'til we're sloshed! Yo ho....
|Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello,|
Our ten-o-clock meeting's delayed",
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
"AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!"
|Ye can't keep this fun to yerself, I bet,|
So sing "Aye!" "ARRR!" "Ayy!" every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan!
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold y'r breath as we sends you
Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go! Yo ho....
|We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!"|
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o' course, is worst mate!
When we hoist Jolly Roger, the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill 'em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village,
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!