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Of the sight of me the Spaniards must be seasick to the molar
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I plunder treasure galleons off the shores of Hispaniola
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And if a ship done caught my eye, I went ahead and stole 'er
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L'Ollonnais, Chevalier everybody fears
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They roasted men like manatee and washed them down with tears
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But I am the cruellest of all Buccaneers
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Lily livered land lubbers, I put them to the cutlass
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The greatest seafarers of lore
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Wished they'd stayed ashore
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And studied the atlas
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We are the Buccaneers of Hispaniola
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Buccaneers of Hispaniola
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Tighten up that woolding rope 'til your eye pops out of its socket
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Hang you upside down and take whatever comes out of your pocket
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Slice you nice and thin so you fit in your widow's locket
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I took on the bravest of the brave and gutted them gutless
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My one man relentless pursuit
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Of booty and loot
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Put the Caribbean on the atlas
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We are the Buccaneers of Hispaniola
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Buccaneers of Hispaniola
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Ba ba ba ba ba ba Buccaneers
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Ba ba ba ba ba ba Buccaneers
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Ba ba ba ba ba ba Buccaneers
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Ba ba ba ba ba ba Buccaneers