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| ♪ Summer time, and I'm with me hearties / We sailed the Purple Ostrich out of New Orleans / All the lubbers in the Gulf will agree that we're ♫ | |
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| ♪ Well qualified to pillage, plunder, rape, and steal / See, we be privateers / We drink rum on the islands, and dance with the wenches, hit the water ♫ | |
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| ♪ Me and my mates, we're comin' aboard yer ship / Got scurvy so bad, but we're takin' yer shit ♫ | |
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| ♪ Can't keep us in the penitentiary / We raise cannon at the walls and when the dust clears, we be back at sea / (refrain) ♫ | |
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| ♪ Some gold doubloons be a mighty prize / The Jolly Roger terrifies! ♫ | |
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| ♪ Oh what're we gonna do wi' a drunken mate, but send 'im up ta the nest / Until he spies a treasure chest ♫ | |
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