On nights like this, when the sea's a bit amiss
And the lights go down across the seaside village. Yarr!
I get down. I feel had
I feel on the verge of going mad
And then it's time to loot and pillage
I put on me eyepatch, and swab up the poop deck
And pull the wig down on me head. Yarr!
Suddenly I'm Captain Midwest Midnight Checkout Wench
Until I keelhaul and put meself to bed
Ahoy, matey
I look back on where I'm from;
Look at the scalawag I've become
And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
I look up from me grog on the rocks
A gift-wrapped wig still in the box
Of scurvy velveteen
I put on me eyepatch, and polish me pegleg
And pull the wig down from the shelf. Yarr!
Suddenly I'm Miss Delahaye 1663
Until I keelhaul and turn back to meself
Ahoy. Avast, scurvy dog
And the lights go down across the seaside village. Yarr!
I get down. I feel had
I feel on the verge of going mad
And then it's time to loot and pillage
I put on me eyepatch, and swab up the poop deck
And pull the wig down on me head. Yarr!
Suddenly I'm Captain Midwest Midnight Checkout Wench
Until I keelhaul and put meself to bed
Ahoy, matey
I look back on where I'm from;
Look at the scalawag I've become
And the strangest things seem suddenly routine
I look up from me grog on the rocks
A gift-wrapped wig still in the box
Of scurvy velveteen
I put on me eyepatch, and polish me pegleg
And pull the wig down from the shelf. Yarr!
Suddenly I'm Miss Delahaye 1663
Until I keelhaul and turn back to meself
Ahoy. Avast, scurvy dog
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