Lovely pirates going asail

striving forth to bring you some ale.

like to eat something that's not hard

and old and full of bug tails.

Oh I like to eat biscuits, true.

I'd like to eat some with you.

But I'd prefer something more stout.

I would like to eat some stew.

Would you think perhaps it might be

loverly for you and for me

if we took our booty sailing

and go over by sea.

Oh, I want to see some islands bright

decked about in sparkling lights

stars a twinkling, wine glass es tinkling

I would like to drink all night.

But perhaps it won't be all night.

Drunk I get, oh, it's such a fright.

I would prefer to read a book.

Or, perhaps I'll write one, too.

Oh, I like my booty, yes it's true.

And I like yours, yes, it's true.

But I think perhaps we should

just watch a show that has been through.

There are pirates who are going asail

boyed by their talk of the sale.

I think I might like to dance a while

under the moonless veil.

Oh, I like to drink and dance all night.

Pirates, oh, but pirates, right.

I think it would be quite lovely.

Why don't I scare up a bite?

I think I might go for a sail.

Not down here, or inside a whale.

I would prefer up in the stars.

Asking comms, a ship to hail.

Oh, I am a pirate, yes, it's true.

But not one for you or you.

I'm a pirate of the spaceways.

I would like some booty, true.

Why don't we go forward a deck.

Twice, now, I thought it was a wreck.

But the cargo it was carrying

It could have eaten debt.

Oh, I am a pirate, yes, indeed.

Space is boundless and it's bleak.

I think I might like the pirates

of the spaceways. What a feat!