Moi name be Blaggard Joey.
It be 4 AM on the afterdeck,
All o'ye should be asleep.
But yer filled with grog up to yer neck,
On seas so many fathoms deep.
Ye say "Blaggard, play us a drinking song,"
We need help downing more o' this booze.
An' if ye don't, then black bart 'ere will cut yer throat.
It's an offer ye can't refuse!
Oh, Arr, arr arr, arr arr arr.
Arr arr, arr arr arr...
Sing us a song, yer the pirate man!
Sing us a song, 'cause we're drunk!
We can't hear yer mistakes anyway,
But when we're sober, stay in yer bunk!
Oi'll compose a few more verses soon.