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!