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OK heres a token of my not invasioness :-) :

 

H We’re a band of vicious pirates,

E A sailin’ out to sea,

B When you hear our gentle singin’,

H You’ll be sure to turn and flee!

 

G Oh this is just ridiculous.

 

G Come on men we’ve got to recover that map!

B That pirate’ll be done for when he falls into our trap!

 

B We’re a club of tuneful rovers,

H We can sing at every clef,

E We can even hit the high notes,

H It’s just too bad we’re tone deaf!

A A pirate I was meant to be,

Trim the sails and roam the sea!

 

G Let’s go defeat that evil pirate!

E We know he’s sure to lose, ‘cause we know just where to fire it!

 

E We’re thievin’ balladeers,

H A gang of cutthroat mugs,

B To fight us off you won’t need guns,

E Just jolly good earplugs,

A A pirate I was meant to be,

Trim the sails and roam the sea!

 

G All right men lets get to work!

H Our vocations a thing we love a thing we’d never shirk!

 

H We’ll fight you in the harbour,

B We’ll battle you on land,

E But when you meet singin’ pirates,

G They’ll be more than you can stand,

B Ooh, that was a good one!

G No it wasn’t.

 

G No time for song, we’ve got to move!

B The battle will be long. But our courage we will prove!

 

B We’re a pack of scurvy seadogs,

H Have we pity? Not a dram!

B We all eat roasted garlic,

H And sing from the diaphragm.

A A pirate I was meant to be,

Trim the sails and roam the sea!

 

G Less singing, more sailing!

E When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!

 

B If you try to fight us,

H Then you’ll get a nasty wackin’

B If you disrespect our singin’,

H We will feed you to a Kraken!

A A pirate I was meant to be,

Trim the sails and roam the sea!

G I’m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming,

H We’re ready to set sail though the cannons need a priming!

 

E We’re troublesome corsairs,

B And we’ve come to steal your treasure,

H We would shoot you on the downbeat,

B But we’ve got a risk by measures,

A A pirate I was meant to be,

Trim the sails and roam the sea!

 

G Stop! Stop! Stop!

B The brass is worth a polish and the deck is worth a mop!

 

G You say your nasty pirates,

Scheming thieving bad bushwhackers,

From what I seen I tell you,

Your not pirates your just slackers,

A A pirate I was meant to be,

Trim the sails and roam the sea!

 

G We’ll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.

H And erm…

B Well er door hinge

E No no…

B Guess the songs over then,

H Guess so,

E OK, back to work

G Well gee I feel a little guilty now.

 

 

There you go

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