Long John Silver

Long John Silver ring in his ear He's the hero, make that clear Does the same thing his father did Sailing around the Caribbean Robing king with his talking parrot This time I think he's on the high side Scabs are forming, scraped his knee Guards are warning a bad man is free He's like electric clock that needs no winding Keeps the time without your hands Western feet they need no binding Take a barefoot run through old Japan He's seen a thousand countries They're all the same Some men are crazy, some of the men sane But all men are ruled by a flag or a game And he knows nobody's got you If you don't, if you don't sign your name Long John Silver serves no king No land holds him, that's why He feels like just like singing Every country now and then Roars like Irish, drunk and singing Every monk will now and then Call his men to hear the Wenches night bells ringing