We want riches and plunder, ships blown asunder and taking all their gold
We want rubies and diamonds, from a life of crime and never ever getting old
We want tons of great booty with no sense of duty and no one to obey
We want all of your possessions, without any confessions and a clean getaway.
Chorus:
Some call themselves brigands and some say buccaneer
Some say we are bandits and sometimes privateers
No matter what they call us in this one thing we should be blunt
We are all just pirates and pirates will get what we want.
We want casks full of good rum, making us all feel numb, when our workday is through
We want barrels of whiskey, we know that it's risky but we're all overdue.
We want grog and some fine wine, whenever we're inclined and the captain says alright
We want singing and drinking without too much thinking and looking for a fight.
Chorus
We want ladies of the night, they make us feel just right whenever we're on the shore.
We want girls with reputations, and no complications they're the ones that we adore.
We want a gentle bed warmer, who's quite a performer of which we can avail
We want a few nights of pleasure for some of our treasure and no tears when we sail
Chorus
We want adventure and danger, one on one with a stranger and the thrill of victory
We want to plunder and pillage a ship or a village and head back out to sea
We want powder and steel shot, respect of those well fought and the cannon's roar
We want the thrill of a broadside the swelling of our pride as we hoist our flag once more
Chorus
We want untold fame and glory, an infamous story and names that will live on
We want books about our deeds, to be what they all read long after we are gone
We want our names to be folk tales, ignoring the details to a tolerable degree
We want to give it a real try, and then you will see why it is the only life for me.
Chorus
We want rubies and diamonds, from a life of crime and never ever getting old
We want tons of great booty with no sense of duty and no one to obey
We want all of your possessions, without any confessions and a clean getaway.
Chorus:
Some call themselves brigands and some say buccaneer
Some say we are bandits and sometimes privateers
No matter what they call us in this one thing we should be blunt
We are all just pirates and pirates will get what we want.
We want casks full of good rum, making us all feel numb, when our workday is through
We want barrels of whiskey, we know that it's risky but we're all overdue.
We want grog and some fine wine, whenever we're inclined and the captain says alright
We want singing and drinking without too much thinking and looking for a fight.
Chorus
We want ladies of the night, they make us feel just right whenever we're on the shore.
We want girls with reputations, and no complications they're the ones that we adore.
We want a gentle bed warmer, who's quite a performer of which we can avail
We want a few nights of pleasure for some of our treasure and no tears when we sail
Chorus
We want adventure and danger, one on one with a stranger and the thrill of victory
We want to plunder and pillage a ship or a village and head back out to sea
We want powder and steel shot, respect of those well fought and the cannon's roar
We want the thrill of a broadside the swelling of our pride as we hoist our flag once more
Chorus
We want untold fame and glory, an infamous story and names that will live on
We want books about our deeds, to be what they all read long after we are gone
We want our names to be folk tales, ignoring the details to a tolerable degree
We want to give it a real try, and then you will see why it is the only life for me.
Chorus