Lyrics: All pirates have A fearsome brigantine With ten cannons on each side And half a map of a treasure That they buried on the shore Of a beach in the Antilles All pirates have A parrot that speaks in French To whom they relate the glossary Of a story that isn't The one they tell of the corsair Nor the opposite With a "cut the crap", they pass you through the keel But deep down, they are sentimental They engrave on their skin The queen of the brothel And they take her on a trip across the seas Marching for pirates Long life and eternal glory To make them kneel We must cut off their legs All pirates have Misdeeds to sort out Unsettled debts and issues That are better left unspoken They drink up life in one gulp And laugh shamelessly Until one day, trembling At the stern of a sailboat They find her, and betraying The law of the filibuster They don't claim the ransom And avoid the fight When pirates are men in love With a skin that smells of jasmine, they break promises With their brothers of the past And flee at dawn Heading to a port that hasn't yet set a price on their heads Marching for pirates No one could bend their swords And it only took a beautiful woman To clip their wings There is no pirate story That has a happy ending Neither they nor the censorship Could allow it From behind, in a corner Paid people assassinate them
