Tales From - Act III: To the End of the Oceans

Tonight, tonight, oh we will be dining on that booty
And after Brownbeard gets his fill, we'll blow you down to sea...

So whatever became of Captain Brownbeard and his crew, ye ask? Far be it from me to deny ye a tale, especially one so-
SQUAWK! FUCK YOU RALPHY!
Er, you'll have to excuse me.
Ralphy! For the last time, be gentle with me Pecker, or I'll blow (The back of ye heart from here to the end of the seas meself)

Seven years he waited but I waited three times more
To live the life of a seaman and get off this damn shore!
I stowed away in the cargo bay and never did look back
From the day that I left the world behind to join the pirate who eats ass!

Ich heisse Gunther Goldenrump, I've shaken off my past
And tossed it off ze back end, ausser mein golden pants
I love ze grind of blasting Brownbeard's long nine at the broadside of enemies
(They'll never see) the end of sein ladestock

Let's hand it off to Ralphy now
The first mate in command
He's had a taste of brown himself,
He was there when this whole thing began!

He may be fat!
He may be dumb!
He's rough with Brownbeard's bird
But ol' Cornelius loves that man,
They love each other so we've heard!
SQUACK

What in the name of Davy Jones is going on in here!
Captain! Nothing! I mean- well- we was just-
Get yer scurvy-ridden hide away from me voice box before I string yer guts from the crow's nest!
Aye, aye, sir!
And pick up that guitar, Smooch 'Em! I'll sing ye a real chanty!

We drink to the oust the fire that is burning through our heads
A pirate's life for me; I'll sail the waves with a drink in hand!

For 40 years around I sailed the deep blue chasing brown
I've been through every port and town
I turned the whole world upside down and I-
I've done pretty much everything I set out to do

I'm not saying this life has lost a certain appeal
Watching my enemies kneel
But after every meal I know
I can't keep this up without a fountain of youth

We drink to the oust the fire that is burning through our heads
A pirate's life for me; I'll sail the waves with a drink in hand!

So I'll raise my glass to all the times we had
So I'll raise my glass in memory of what we had

Written by:
Frank Johnson, Michael Fluker

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