Sounds Like Chicken Scourge Of The Black Spot
As we set out on the seasOur sails and spirits high
All hands to the deck
The Jolly Rodger's in the sky
Pillaging and plundering
Is what we do for fun
And when the bootie's counted
We'll drown ourselves in rum
Woah! You'll be swinging by the neck
Woah! High above the deck
Woah! Spill your blood into the sea
Woah! A pirate's life for me
We attack this peaceful haven
We'll scourge and we will slaughter
We'll raze it to the ground
And we'll steal the governer's daughter
To fight the dread of scurvy
We each will down ye orange
And we'd battle to the death
For our Captain Peghead Borange!
