Broad Side, Broadside,
Navy boys better run and hide
these cannon balls firin' atcha when we collide
all me mateys be ready to fire a broadside
Youll know me by the notches on my tricorner cap
every snit is a ship that I've turned into scrap
rolling round the Carribean on a royal decree
if you can't take the heat then get off of the sea
We set a trap to attack when you showed us your back
you know we stack all the cannons and we drop all the tack
point the guns at the hull, and aim all your gats
500 pounds sterling whoever brings me his hat
ARRRRR
That's all she wrote, now your crew will be smote
we'll shoot down all your sailors then we'll blow up your boat
your words were strong, like the wind on the storm
but now you're left in rubble should have left when we warned
(I'm guessing you can figure out what I'll be doing...)
CAPTCHA: "MIMSY BOROGOVES"
