Arrgh, there Matey,
Cap’n Bones Malone, be me.
A fearsome, fearful pirate,
scourge o’ the deep blue sea.
Used to be.
Till I fell in love with Lenora
and I gave up me pirat’n way.
We bought a house in the suburbs,
and I work in the garden all day.
Yeah, I gave up the sea
for the love o’ me life.
I gave up me ship for this trike.
I’ll share with you a secret, but
you cannot tell m’ wife.
Way back, in the back of the g’rage is a trunk
piled high with the usual g’rage stuff n such.
Inside of that chest, tucked ‘neath old clothes and junk
Is me cutlass, a pistol, and map.
It’s all buried deep,
‘neath the rest o’ that crap.
Stuff I couldn’t get rid of
despite me love for Lenore.
Stuff that concisely, precisely defines
the rake of a man that I was before.