Buccaneers of Hispaniola (Live)

The sight of me the Spaniards must be seasick to the molar

I plunder treasure galleons off the shores of Hispaniola

And if a ship done caught my eye, I went ahead and stole her

L'Ollonnais, Chevalier, everybody fears

They roasted men like manatee

And washed them down with tears

I am the cruellest of all Buccaneers

Lily livered land lubbers, I put them to the cutlass

The greatest seafarers of lore

Wished they'd stayed ashore

And studied the atlas

We are the buccaneers of Hispaniola

Buccaneers of Hispaniola

Tighten up that woolding rope 'til your eye pops out of its socket

Hang you upside down and take whatever comes out of your pocket

Slice you nice and thin so you fit in your widow's locket

I took on the bravest of the brave

And gutted them gutless

My one man relentless pursuit

Of booty and loot

Put the Caribbean on the atlas

We are the buccaneers of Hispaniola

Buccaneers of Hispaniola

Whoo!

Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu, bu-bu-buccaneers

Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu, bu-bu-buccaneers

Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu, bu-bu-buccaneers

Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu, bu-bu-buccaneers

Thank you so much, thank you so much

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

(Dancing on Friday night)

Let the music smother me

Whole weekend recovering

(Dancing on Friday night)

I see, while I'm thinking about it

One of my friends, Andy Taylor came

Ehm, to see us play in Wembly in 2003-4

And uh, I did a guitar solo on the back of a tiger

Do you remember that?

That- to, um and he waved at me and um, I didn't wave back

'Cause I was in the middle of something

So Andy, where-where are you?

I wish to make amends

(Yeah)

Where? Where? Andy, yes

This is for 2004

Everyone wave at Andy

He's over near the toilet exit