Текст песни Buccaneers Of Hispaniola

Of the sight of me, the spaniards must be seasick to the molar Plunder treasure galleons, off the shores of hispaniola Every ship that caught my eye, I went ahead and stole her L'ollonnais, chevalier Everybody fears Roasted men like manatee, washed it down with tears I am the cruelest of all buccaneers Lily-livered land lubbers, I put them to the cutlass The greatest seafarers of lore Wish they'd stayed ashore And studied the atlas (atlas) We are the buccaneers of hispaniola Buccaneers of hispaniola Tighten up that woolding rope, till your eye pops out of its socket Hang you upside-down And take whatever comes out of your pocket Slice you nice and thin, so you'll fit in your widow's locket I took on the bravest of the brave and gutted them gutless A one-man relentless pursuit of booty and loot Put the Caribbean on the atlas