Broadside, Broadside

Navy boys better run and hide

These cannon balls flyin' atcha when we collide

All me mateys be ready to fire a broadside

In the Navy, it's the broadside that we favor

21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser

Don't let it phase ya when we bathe ya

Three great flavors:

Cannon balls, buckshot, red hot razors

I wrap my face round a lime and I'm ready to rock

I'm coming straight out of Greenwich and we just don't stop

It's the B-B-British Navy from Gibraltar to Haiti

Puttin' holes in your souls, and charmin' your ladies

And by ladies you mean ladies of 180

Or if they're dressed like you're dressed

You might be just banging mateys

How many seamen have you swallowed

While you're wearing that jacket?

By the looks of your sailors

You just sit back and jack it

Sweet sack, salt tack and a union jack

Attack! Black flags get snapped

By the shells that we pack

In my carrack

With midshipmen and marines

Better modify your coffin

To take smithereens

What you mean is that you're keen

To swim in Davy Jones' locker

When we're done with this fight

You'll have to walk with a walker

If you live that is, cause I'll cut ye down fast

I'll grape shot your party

Then I'll burn down your mast- AVAST!

Sorry mate, didn't see you waving that pen knife

I was busy railing the governor's wife

I'll match you drink for drink

You'll die, I'll get tipsy

Back to your ship, you nautical gypsy

You navy boys always take the joys out of plunder

When we making that noise, you always poise up in wonder

If you're jealous cause we zealous it's a perilous blunder

When we fire off these cannons it be louder than thunder

Broadside, Broadside

Navy boys better run and hide

These cannon balls flyin' atcha when we collide

All me mateys be ready to fire a broadside

In the Navy, it's the broadside that we favor

21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser

Don't let it phase ya when we bathe ya

Three great flavors:

Cannon balls, buckshot, red hot razors

You'll know me by the notches on my tricorner cap

Every snip is a ship that I've turned into scrap

Rolling 'round the Caribbean on a royal decree

If you can't take the heat then get out of the sea

We set a trap to attack when you showed us your back

You know we stack all the cannons and we drop all the tack

Point the guns at the hull, and aim all your gats

500 pounds sterling whoever brings me his hat

ARRRRR

There's nothing sadder than a pirate with a fake eye patch

Saying "ARRR" as the cabin boy battens down his hatch

I'd love to know the STDs you're planning to catch

But I'm busy with my honeys at the b-b-bowling match

That's all she wrote, now your crew will be smote

We'll shoot down all your sailors then we'll blow up your boat

Your words are strong, like the winds on the storm

But now you're left in rubble could have left when we warned

Broadside, Broadside

Navy boys better run and hide

These cannon balls flyin' atcha when we collide

All me mateys be ready to fire a broadside

In the Navy, it's the broadside that we favor

21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser

Don't let it phase ya when we bathe ya

Three great flavors:

Cannon balls, buckshot, red hot razors