Bite The Hook Hand That Feeds

I've sailed upon this cursed ship

For nigh on 15 years

In service of the king's decree

A naval privateer

I've paid my dues in flesh and blood

And great was the reward

But this is not the life for me

A fact I can't ignore

The king commands

I wear a hat with corners numbered three

He says it is befitting of the rank bestowed on me

And when I lost my arm at sea

He sent forth a demand

That I should get a hook of steel

Where once I had a hand

I told him he could stick that hook

Right where the Sun don't shine

I stumbled to the nearest bar

And got real drunk on wine

Set sail! Land ho!

Drink rum! Lets go!

Over the oceans and over the seas

Bite through the iron till flesh starts to bleed

Set sail! Land ho!

Drink rum! Lets go!

Over the oceans and over the seas

We're biting the hook hand that feeds

We bite the hook that feeds

Last summer I was summoned

For an audience with my liege

But when he saw I came by horse

His highness was displeased

Where is your mighty pirate ship?

Why aren't you drinking rum?

Twas at this point I finally snapped

And shot him with my gun!

I've had it with this stupid hat

I hate the taste of rum

I'm never going back to sea

The pirate's life is dumb

Set sail! Land ho!

Drink rum! Lets go!

Over the oceans and over the seas

Bite through the iron till flesh starts to bleed

Set sail! Land ho!

Drink rum! Lets go!

Over the oceans and over the seas

We're biting the hook hand that feeds

Set sail! Land ho!

Drink rum! Lets go!

Set sail! Land ho!

Drink rum! Lets go on a quest!