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 Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 1:42 pm
Pirates of the Caribbean
Theme Park Song
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Maraud and embezzle and even high-jack
Drink up me hearties yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We burn up the city, we're really a fright
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 1:45 pm
Yo Ho Ho (and a Bottle of Rum)
Lyrics and Music by Allison and Waller
based on Treasure Island
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em good and true
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through a sternlight screen...
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 1:48 pm
What Shall We Do With a
Drunken Sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
What shall we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Pull out the bung and wet him all over
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Put him in the scuppers with the deck pump on him
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Heave him by the leg in a runnin' bowlin'
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yard-arm under
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Shave his belly with a rusty razor
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers
Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts some flippers
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter
Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter
Put 'im in bed with the Captain's daughter
Early in the morning.
Chorus:
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Way-hay, up she rises
Early in the morning.
Alternate Version:
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
What'll we do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-aye in the morning?
Alternate Chorus:
Way hay and up she rises
Patent blocks o' diff'rent sizes
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-aye in the morning
Alternate verses
(repeat 3 times):
1. Sling him in the long boat till he's sober
2. Keep him there and make 'im bale 'er.
3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over
4. Take 'im and shake 'im, try an' wake 'im.
5. Trice him up in a runnin' bowline.
6. Give 'im a taste of the bosun's rope-end.
7. Give 'im a dose of salt and water.
8. Stick on 'is back a mustard plaster.
9. Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
10. Send him up the crow's nest till he falls down
11. Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under
12. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
13. Soak 'im in oil till he sprouts flippers.
14. Put him in the guard room till he's sober.
15. Put him in bed with the captain's daughter (captain's daughter is a reference to a whip).
16. Take the Baby and call it Bo'sun.
17. Turn him over and drive him windward.
18. Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him.
19. Heave him by the leg and with a rung console him.
20. That's what we'll do with the drunken sailor.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 1:55 pm
Shiver My Timbers
By: Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil
Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
Yo oh heave ho
There are men whose hearts as black as coal
Yo oh heave ho
And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue
A blood-thirsty captain and a cutthroat crew
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo oh heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo oh heave ho
And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight
TAILS: A piece of eight
BLUE: A piece of eight
RED: Five, six, seven, eight
Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware
When de money in the ground dere's murder in de air
BLUE: Murder in de air
ADRI: One more time now
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo oh heave ho
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
Yo oh heave ho
When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
There's no turning back from any course
And when greed and villainy sail the sea
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
Dead men tell no tales
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 1:57 pm
"Renegades, Rebels, and Rogues"
They come from the wrong side of the tracks,
They're born a breed apart,
Can't tie 'em up, can't keep 'em down,
They're clingin' to some ole star
They'll chase that restless spirit
Wherever the four winds blow,
'Cause there's another dream just around the bend
For renegades, rebels and rogues
Renegades, rebels and rogues
Eyes of fire, hearts of gold
They'll ramble till they drop,
Gamble till the money runs out,
They'll take any wrong direction,
'Cause it's in their blood to know
That all roads lead to another road
For renegades, rebels and rogues.
Daughters love 'em, daddies hate 'em
Mamas don't understand,
Whenever life deals 'em down and dirty
They play 'em another hand,
And there's a place in Heaven
For those wild and kindred souls
But they'll be raisin' Hell till then,
Those renegades, rebels and rogues
Renegades, rebels and rogues
Eyes of fire, hearts of gold
They'll ramble till they drop,
Gamble till the money runs out,
They'll take any wrong direction,
'Cause it's in their blood to know
That all roads lead to another road
For renegades, rebels and rogues
Renegades, rebels and rogues
Eyes of fire, hearts of gold
They'll ramble till they drop,
Gamble till the money runs out,
They'll take any wrong direction,
'Cause it's in their blood to know
That all roads lead to another road
For renegades, rebels and rogues
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