Alestorm - Swashbuckled

Gather round and listen As I tell you now this tale The grim legacy of the pirates three And how their lives ceased to be I'll tell ye now of Redrum The ginger commodore He got a case of scurvy rot And then that bastard was no more This is the tale of Captain Crashride By his crew, condemned and damned And as if this wasn't bad enough They replaced him with a baldy man Now his soul haunts the sea Eternally he's doomed to wander Mayhaps you'll hear his deathly cry "C'mon son, buy a honda!" To the end of time we will sail the seas With cutlasses in hand We'll terrorize the land Though the hands of fate may strike us down We'll fight till we fall Swashbucklers til we die This is the tale of Admiral Nobeard The fattest pirate in the west He's never seen his balls before And he needs a bra to hold his breast Freared by friend and foe alike No sword or gun could wound his flesh But one day he met his fate: 'Twas on a pretzel he choked to death To the end of time we will sail the seas With cutlasses in hand We'll terrorize the land Though the hands of fate may strike us down We'll fight till we fall Swashbucklers til we die