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You stuff your face |
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Hoping never to be lean |
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For fear of what shall be |
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Untipping scales, low fat cuisine |
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You cook up the dough |
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But the calories don't bestow |
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The girth that might be right |
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To enjoy the spoils of your sailor sights |
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[Chorus] |
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Why can't we grab some grub?! |
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Some grub to clog our veins! |
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Nourishment - deep inside of you! |
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We know that gluttony's not wrong! |
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So fill your plates and bowls! |
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And sup a hearty stew |
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Down the gullet to your bulbous arse |
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A pirate's body looks good on you! |
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Never, ever believe |
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All your meals were wasted |
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'Cause you'll never know |
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How good a pirate's life has tasted |
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So many people have drawn veils over their eyes |
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Afraid. Afraid of what they might see |
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As did those who kept hidden inside |
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Afraid. Afraid of what they might be |
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Surf-n-Turf! For Piratical Girth! |
