A Pirate Christmas  By: Tom Smith

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Duration:	4:58
Release Date:	12/24/2006  (DJ Particle)
Lyrics By:	Tom Smith (Stavro Arrgolus)
Music By:	Tom Smith (Stavro Arrgolus)
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We three kings of orient ARRR... Swab the decks w' boughs of holly fa la la la la, la la la la Hoist the Roger if it's jolly fa la la la la, la la la la Don we now our pirate trappings, Fa la la, la la la, la la la Caught me peg leg in these wrappings fa la la la la, la la la la From the portside to the starboard And from transom to bow We are covered with invading bivalves They latched on when we were harbored, And nobody knows how To remove them and get the ship clear. Barnacles, barnacles, Give me a friggin' damn crowbar barnacles, barnacles, Soon they will eat this whole bay. Said the lookout to the bosun's mate, Do you hear what I hear? (Do you ARRR what I ARRR!) (a cappella) O Cannonball, O Cannonball I'll shoot you through the stockade wall All I want fer christmas is me two front teeth, Me two front teeth, me two front teeth.... My cap'n told me, Ba-rum pa pum pum ARRR, RUM! Ye better watch out, ye better not cry, Get the rum out, I'm tellin' you why, Cap'n Jack is comin' ta town He walks with a list, talks a good game, Blade, kiss or fist, it's always the same, Cap'n Jack is comin' ta town. He seizes any treasure The rum and wenches too, He knows if you've been bad or good (Cap'n Jack voice) And either one will do! Don't follow his lead, it's gonna get grim, The only survivor likely is him, Cap'n Jack is comin' ta town. Christmas, Christmas time is here, Time fer loot and wine and beer, Santa, bring your big ol' bag, We want treasure, we want swag Want a map from some old book, Me I want a brand new hook We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be late. I saw the cap'n kissing Santy Claus Down below the bulwark late last night ... Not that there's anything wrong with that. Arrr! The herald angels sing, Here's a letter from the king Up in the crows nest, it's my watch, Keeping warm with rum and scotch, Icy winds and freezing sleet, Too darn slippery to keep my feet Yo ho ho, who wouldn't goOOOOOOO.... Silent night, holy night, Shush the cat, douse the light Round the back, the door isn't locked Grab their stuff, we'll go get it hocked Sleep in heavenly peace, The constables' palms have been greased. Dashing through the snow Is somethin' we ain't done, Because we never go Away from tropic sun, Keep yer cold and ice, We think it's kinda dumb We've got our Christmas paradise With beaches, girls and rum! ARRR! Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, Oh what fun it is to sail the Caribbean today-ay! Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas on the sea, Yo ho ho, yo ho ho, a Santa's life for me! Yo ho ho, yo ho ho, a Santa's life for me! (Stavro Arrgolus)

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