Hoist the Jolly Roger We’ll plunder the seven seas Wherever sounds abound we’ll be pullin’ ‘em down to EMUs and MPCs You can keep your El Doradoes, Spondula and Doubloons That kind of treasure will never ever measure to a crate of titillating tunes Took aboard Maroons with sharp harpoons on the Nova Scotia coast And set to soil in Old Port Royal and slept in the cities ghost We danced the Koromanti and swore a bloody pact That would chill the ears of the Privateers whom later We’d subtract For they have the Yellow fever of a kind most widely known They sold their souls for fool’s gold sacrificed the sacred tone So set alight your Linstocks prepare to set the guns ablaze We’ll send these sons of the RIAA to yawn in watery graves And obliterate their slave ships Mash up their MTVs Repel and sink these Scurvy Sea Rats Rid the world of their disease Should they send their ships against us then we’ll Die before surrender Crying’ Yo-Ho-Ho and a bottle of Rum and go out on a bender Oh A Pirates Life for me me lads a pirates life for me Forever sailing new tracks on Wax and Attacking So that every sound’s for free My cousin Old BlueNoteBeard he only plunders jazz His beats are all fulla those saxamaphones but what a wonderful sound he has He had a parrot on his shoulder it’d mimic everything Ye Say That blasted bird it stole our words cut a deal with RCA I’ve a certain 45’er whose sounds I wish ta own And if it doesn’t surrender the vibe I just might send it down to Davy Jones I put it on the heavy rotation racks I torture it and it moans- Sure as this ship groans its blunting stylaphones like my Cutlass in a slow (dead) Man’s bones Oh A Pirates Life for me me lads a pirates life for me Forever sailing new tracks on Wax and Attacking So that every sound’s for free We’ll rail until the redcoats run a rumble in the jungle Hear the Tambu from the Bamboo musket CRACK and take a tumble Broadcast in any forecast AVAST! the perfect pirate station When we swab the decks it’s SL 12 Techs Live n Direct in High Rotation We batten down the hatches anchored as the Cyclone sprays Bored we sip from the Absinthe Font then hallucinate for days And when the Fury’s finally finished we’ll sail away into the Bay With Land-Ahos away we go to Riot and to Raze So keep your Lad up in the Crow’s Nest when next the Tradewind blows You’ll find us diggin in the crates You’ll find us at the shows All ye Watchmen keep Ye Vigilant for it’s Nary as Ye Feared No Reach for the sky in the Blink of an eye YOUR VINYLS COMMANDEERED! Oh A Pirates Life for me me lads a pirates life for me Forever sailing new tracks on Wax and Attacking So that every sound’s for free. EV'RY SOUNDS FOR FREE!