Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul,
Yo ho, heave ho,
There are men whose hearts as black as coal.
Yo ho, heave ho,
And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue.
A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew.
It was dark a tale as was ever was told,
Of the lust for treasure,
And the love of gold!
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides,
Yo ho, heave ho,
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides.
Yo ho, heave ho,
And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum,
The devil himself would have to call them scum.
Every man aboard would have killed his mate,
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight,
A piece of eight,
A piece of eight,
Five, six, seven, eight!
Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right,
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight.
Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware.
When de money in the ground dere's murder in de air.
Murder in de air.
One more time now.
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones.
Yo ho, heave ho,
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones.
Yo ho heave ho,
When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed,
There's no turning back from any course that's laid.
And when greed and villainy sail the sea,
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery.
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails,
Dead men tell no tales!
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