I´ve sailed upon this cursed ship for nigh on fifteen years In service of the king´s decree, a naval privateer I´ve paid my dues in flesh and blood, and great was the reward
But this is not the life for me, a fact I can´t ignore
The king commands I wear a hat with corners numbered three He says it is befitting of the rank bestowed on me And when I lost my arm at sea, he sent forth a demand That I should get a hook of steel where once I had a hand
I told him he could stick that hook Right where the sun don´t shine I stumbled to the nearest bar And got real drunk on wine
Set sail, land ho
Drink rum, let´s go Over the oceans and over the seas Bite through the iron ´til flesh starts to bleed Set sail, land ho Drink rum, let´s go Over the oceans and over the seas We´re biting the hook hand that feeds We bite the hook that feeds
Last summer I was summoned for an audience with my liege But when he saw I came by horse, his highness was displeased "Where is your mighty pirate ship? Why aren´t you drinking rum?" ´Twas at this point I finally snapped, and shot him with my gun
I´ve had it with this stupid hat I hate the taste of rum I´m never going back to sea The pirate´s life is dumb
Set sail, land ho Drink rum, let´s go Over the oceans and over the seas Bite through the iron ´til flesh starts to bleed Set sail, land ho Drink rum, let´s go Over the oceans and over the seas We´re biting the hook hand that feeds
Set sail, land ho Drink rum, let´s go Set sail, land ho Drink rum, let´s go on a quest