by Nick Gisburne
The Barbarous Brigade of Buccaneers
Join forces on a winter’s Friday night
For rum and grog and strange, exotic beers
They love the salty shanties, and the fight
A dozen crabby pirates, past their best
Assemble, brains bewildered, blind with booze
To dance around a dead man’s treasure chest
Resplendent in their ludicrous tattoos
Perhaps a smidge too strenuous for some
The has-been heroes falter on their feet
But all it takes is one more round of rum
For every soul to stagger down the street
A dozen crabby pirates, past their best
Assemble, brains bewildered, blind with booze
To dance around a dead man’s treasure chest
Resplendent in their ludicrous tattoos
Perhaps a smidge too strenuous for some
Ask any, “Will you come?” However far
However old, they’ll answer, always, “Arrrrr!”
Ask any, “Will you come?” However far
However old, they’ll answer, always, “Arrrrr!”
A dozen crabby pirates, past their best
Assemble, brains bewildered, blind with booze
To dance around a dead man’s treasure chest
Resplendent in their ludicrous tattoos
Perhaps a smidge too strenuous for some
A dozen crabby pirates, blind with booze
So knackered they have nothing left to lose
Ask any, “Will you come?” However far
However old, they’ll answer, always, “Arrrrr!”
Lyrics by Nick Gisburne
Music and vocals created by Suno
Adapted from the poem One More Round of Rum
