LYRIC FOR SALE

By Peter K

Pirate Pete. BY PETER KEICHER

Pirate Pete sails his ship
Across the seven seas,
He`ll plunder loot and pillage
And bring you to your knees.

His fearsome ship the Mary Jane
Named after both his wives,
Their figure heads adorn the bow
To protect the sailors lives.

Three square rigged masts, from stern to bow
With sails as dark as night,
The Jolly Rodger flies above
And a crew that’s fit to fight.

Vagabonds and thieves
All sail with Pirate Pete,
Ragged clothes and a cutlass
With no shoes upon their feet.

A motley crew of brothers
Some young and some quite old,
All hoping for a fortune
And their slice of pirate gold.

Shiver me timbers shouts Pirate Pete
Who was quite a sight to behold,
Dressed like a strutting peacock
With a story to be told.

If its riches ye seek, stay aboard
And sail with Pirate Pete,
I`ll plunder us a fortune
And lay it at your feet.

We`ll sail the world far and wide
To find our treasure trove,
Then sail back here to share our loot
At home in pirate’s cove.

We`ll follow maps of buried gold
Of pirate`s long since dead,
We`ll storm the ports and rob the rich
Where others dare not tread.

You`ll live like kings, you’ll eat like pigs
You`ll sing a merry song,
Pretty wenches’ rum and wine
We`ll party all year long.

Admiral Terence pays a pretty penny
For looting Spanish gold,
So we sail unmolested
While we keep him in the fold.

We parley with his British fleet
It`s a pirates only hope,
Or we`ll feel the noose around our necks
As were swinging from a rope.

There`s no more sight that`s as frightening
Than Pete the buccaneer,
As he storm your ship with his motley crew
They`ll strike your heart with fear.

They fight till you surrender
Till there`s no more brave and bold,
Take anything of value
And empty your cargo hold.

He`ll burn your ship then sink it
As you’re mates are but a few,
You can sink to the bottom with it
Walk the plank or join the crew.

The only thing a pirate fears
Are the monsters of the deep,
The Cracken and devilish mermaids
Can disturb a pirate`s sleep.

Any man with scurvy or fever
Or the black spot on his hand,
Will be thrown among the circling sharks
And he`ll never see dry land.

So ahoy you sea dogs and knuckle down
Scrub the decks and hoist the sail,
It`s a pirates life for you and me
And I’ve told you of my tale.

Soon the Admiral will turn against us
And a price be on your head,
Then we`ll hide our loot and burn the ship
Till his Navy thinks were dead.

We`ll live in the Caribbean
And share our diamonds gold and rings,
Gentlemen and gentry we will become
And retire just like kings.

What say ye?.