the pirate song (i want to sing and dance)

sixteen men on a dead man's chest!

yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!

avast there

mates! you're sailing with long john blackbeard pegleg patcheye hook!

the scourge of the bounty main!

the bloodthirstiest

black-heartedest pirate captain ever sailed the seven seas!

ha ha! what say ye

we hoist the jolly roger

heel over to yonder spanish galleon

lay a few broadsides again' her timbers

swing over there on these here lanyards with our cutlasses in our teeth

cut out the rivets and split the booty!

what say ye to that

me hearties? eh?

i don't like it!

you don't like it?

i don't like it and i don't wanna do it!

it's tacky! and don't look at me that way. well

if you don't like it

what do you want?

i want to sing and dance

i want to sing and dance

i want to be a pirate in the pirates of penzance

wear me silver buckle slippers and me tight shiny pants

i want to sing and dance!

you wanna sing and dance? hah!

well

you don't like plunderin'

eh? shiver me timbers. how 'bout treasurin'

huh?

rubies and emeralds

pearls and gold doubloons! british soverigns

silver chalices encrusted with diamonds and jewels!

necklaces and bracelets of every shape and size

fit for the crown heads of europe

eh?

and all buried in a pirate's chest and i just happen to know where. how 'bout that me bloodthirsty buckos! ha ha ha!

i don't like it!

you don't like it?

i don't like it and i don't want it!

ye don't want it. and i won't do it! i'm an artiste!

an artiste! well

mr. artiste

what do you want?

i want to sing and dance

i want to sing and dance

i want to be a pirate in the pirates of penzance

wear me silver buckle slippers and me tight shiny pants

i want to sing and dance!

now listen here! this ain't no floating gilbert and sullivan show

you know!

for some little flittin' tinkerbell!

this here be a black-hearted pirate ship

and i'd have you keelhauled if you weren't me own flesh and blood you little twit!

so you don't like plunderin'

eh?

i don't like it!

and you don't want no treasurin'

huh?

i don't want it!

then you probably don't want no groggin' and revelin' and wenchin' and rummin' either

i suppose?

well

deep down

you wanna know the truth?

it's not me. i don't want it. well

what do you want?

as if i didn't already bleeding know. i want to sing and dance

and. i know

i know! and wear your tight little shiny pants!

ehh!

ok

we'll all sing and dance!

i said we'll all sing and dance!

or you'll walk the plank!

1-2-3

i want to sing and dance

i want to sing and dance

i want to be a pirate in the pirates of penzance

i like it

i like it!

i kind of like it me own self

i thought you would. i want to sing and dance!

sixteen men on a dead man's chest

yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

i don't like rum

you don't like rum?

well

no. actually

well

i might like a little perrier. with a lime in it. a little perrier with a lime in it. he wants a lime in it!

well

do you have any escargot?

escar-what?

what's your soup today?

soup?!

might have a bit of a salad

too. well

how about a bleeding fingerbowl?

maybe a croissant. is that right? those french make everything so hard! why didn't they just call it a bun?