Madagascar

Two hundred loathsome cutthroats Armed to the teeth Hurling there grenades As they get closer to the beach We had cutla*ses and blunderbusses Off to get an island with the only money tree Take it from the rich, bless the pirates Jump the ship and torture them, the rich A twenty-one gun salute and three loud cheers Pirate rowed ashore for their fair bloody share Town crowd shouted out, "Viva le roi" Twenty more cannons, thirty-four muskets Headed out for treasure in the bourbon islands Plunder take was gold, diamonds, silks and porcelains Madagascar, we're comin for your barrels of rum A wooden leg, I stand on by ye gallows we hung