PIRATES

[i]Benny Horngold’s off to sea
His flowing locks blowing free
When he’s back he’ll happy be
Bonnie Benny Horngold[/i]
 
Once we were pirates and sung
The sea sore of the siren's song
Of broken oars of hopeless soaks
A cape of whores and rummy jacks
A see saw from paw to claw
Short o’ breath on the sugar cane
A yo ho ho won't take the strain
Hot water, rain cold then back again
 
Our last boat has left the shore
And a crack shack ain't a grain store
The spoils spoilt and run short
A short run a sad gloat
a canned joke of cranked coke
Rat tracks, smack and body sacks
Caught cold, thought ill, fought ill
A faeces float in the old one tun
Ending up where we'd begun...
 
[i]Benny Horngold went to sea
His sodden locks floating free
He is dead and in hell he'll be
Bonnie Benny Horngold[/i]