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Long John |
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Silver ring in his ear |
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He's the hero, make that clear |
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Does the same thing his father did |
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Sailing around the |
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CaribbeanRobing king with his talking parrot |
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This time |
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I think he's on the high side |
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Scabs are forming, scraped his knee |
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Guards are warning a bad man is free |
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He's like electric clock that needs no winding |
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Keeps the time without your hands |
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Western feet they need no binding |
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Take a barefoot run through old |
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JapanHe's seen a thousand countries |
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They're all the same |
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Some men are crazy, some of the men sane |
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But all men are ruled by a flag or a game |
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And he knows nobody's got you |
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If you don't, if you don't sign your name |
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Long John |
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Silver serves no king |
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No land holds him, that's why |
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He feels like just like singing |
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Every country now and then |
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Roars like |
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Irish, drunk and singing |
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Every monk will now and then |
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Call his men to hear the |
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Wenches night bells ringing |
