Madagascar

two hundred loathsome cutthroats

armed to the teeth hurling there

grenades as they get closer

to the beach we had cutlasses

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 blosdy share town croud

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 an porcelains

madagascar we're comin for

your barrels of rum a wooden

leg i stand on by

yer gallows we hung