Derelict

Finished the fight in the west indies Holes in the mast, can't feel no breeze Is this the end for us thieves among friends On a derelict ship with this gold we cant spend Its 45 our well has gone dry Trying to ease my mind with my sea weed high With plenty of badda boom but not a fight in sight The captain walks the deck with gloom in his eye Finally at witts end The Phantom has come Me boots keep shaking-need confidence more rum Get your ass up you lazy scurvy bum Head toward the horizon our song is not done Light the fires- shock the spires Get all greens up, its time to fight not retire IT may be shallow - but there are no gallows We're three leagues away-from the deathly hallows Me hearties a wind we in luck and saved Cap gave the order raise the sail hurrrrray Back to Plunder Red Coat corporations Our Nassau legend spans generations Finished the fight in the west indies Holes in the mast, can't feel no breeze Is this the end for us thieves among friends On a derelict ship with this gold we cant spend We got a derilict ship it took too many hits As we make our way, it shifts and it lists It almost capsized, and went for a flip After the guns of that galleon it's sails kissed The jib and the foresail are left tattered And the top mast and yard are left scattered The left breast of the figure head, shattered The main deck and cabin are broken and battered But our treasure's still safe in the hold below Where no cannonballs or powder went blow Get back to the port even if we must row Can't abandon the ship with all of this dough The HMS Ricketts is no longer worthy Only alive thanks to Poseidon's mercy We'll have to part ways with our ship so scurvy Can't make it back to tell the port of our journey We Stranded its tragic Bring the bones its time for magic. Need a wind to set us free Good lord, we'll even sacrifice smee Finished the fight in the west indies Holes in the mast, can't feel no breeze Is this the end for us thieves among friends On a derelict ship with this gold we cant spend We Stranded its tragic Bring the bones its time for magic Need a wind to set us free Good lord, we'll even sacrifice smee --- Derelict - Captain Dan & the Scurvy Crew