| Haggis: | We're a band of vicious pirates! |
| Edward: | A sailin´ out to sea. |
| Bill: | When you hear our gentle singing... |
| Haggis: | You'll be sure to turn and flee! |
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| Guybrush: | Oh, this is just ridiculous. |
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| Guybrush: | Come on, men! We've got to recover that map! |
| Bill: | That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap! |
| Bill: | We're a club of tuneful rovers! |
| Haggis: | We can sing in every clef! |
| Edward: | We can even hit the high notes! |
| Haggis: | It's just too bad we're tone deaf! |
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| All: | A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: | Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: | Let's go defeat that evil pirate! |
| Edward: | We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at! |
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| Edward: | We're thieving balladeers. |
| Haggis: | A gang of cutthroat mugs. |
| Bill: | To fight us off ye don't need guns! |
| Edward: | Just really good ear plugs! |
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| All: | A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: | Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: | All right, crew, let's get to work! |
| Haggis: | Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk. |
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| Haggis: | We'll fight you in the harbor. |
| Bill: | We'll battle you on land. |
| Edward: | But when you meet singing pirates... |
| Guybrush: | They'll be more than you can stand. |
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| Bill: | Ooooh! That was a good one! |
| Guybrush: | No, it wasn't. |
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| Guybrush: | No time for song! We've got to move! |
| Bill: | The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove! |
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| Bill: | We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs. |
| Haggis: | Have we pity? Not a dram! |
| Edward: | We all eat roasted garlic... |
| Haggis: | ...then sing from the diaphragm! |
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| All: | A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: | Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: | Less singing, more sailing. |
| Edward: | When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing! |
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| Bill: | If ye try ta fight us... |
| Haggis: | ...you will get a nasty whackin´! |
| Edward: | If ya disrespect our singing´... |
| Bill: | ...we will feed ya to a kraken! |
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| All: | A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: | Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: | I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming. |
| Haggis: | We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming. |
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| Edward: | We're troublesome corsairs! |
| Bill: | And we've come to steal your treasures! |
| Haggis: | We would shoot you on the downbeat... |
| Edward: | ...but we have to rest five measures. |
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| All: | A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: | Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: | Stop! Stop! Stop! |
| Bill: | The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop. |
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| Guybrush: | You say you're nasty pirates... |
| Guybrush: | ...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers? |
| Guybrush: | From what I've seen I tell you... |
| Guybrush: | ...you're not pirates! You're just slackers! |
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| All: | A pirate I was meant to be! |
| All: | Trim the sails and roam the sea! |
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| Guybrush: | We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange. |
| Haggis: | And...! |
| Haggis: | ...um... |
| Bill: | Well... |
| Edward: | ...err... |
| Bill: | Door hinge? |
| Edward: | No, no... |
| Bill: | Guess the song's over, then. |
| Haggis: | Guess so. |
| Edward: | Okay, back to work. |
| Guybrush: | Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now. |
