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My name is Mark Malarsey,
and a pirate's what I be.
A scirvey crew I've got me friends.
They smells like snake puree.
No pirate's song could ever tell this awful shape I'm in.
I ain't no Tyrone Power friends. I ain't no Errol Flynn.
And he ain't no Tyrone Power friends.
He ain't no Errol Flynn.

I'd haul the main sale up at morn
Let 'er flop when day is done
then in the night my yo-yo crew yoo-hoos
for bottles of rum
Well the cook gets stewed, the mate's a'muck
and when their inners churns
it make the Boson act as though
his bow is up his stern
It make the Boson act as though
his bow is up his stern

So where's the gold, the blooms of old,
like other pirates get
and where's those chesty damsals Lord,
I haven't seen one yet
All I've got's this wooden leg,
and a patch and green tatoo
And a mangy bird upon my arm
who tells me what to do
There's a mangy bird upon his arm
who tells him what to do

This pirate's life is not for me,
I guess you've gathered that
So when this tub goes down at last
I'll grabs me coat and hat
I'll row to some great sunny coast
and start a taco stand, yeah.
With any luck up I'll end up as
a guide at Disney Land.
And with any luck up he'll end up as
a guide at Disney Land.

My name is Mark Malarsey, and a pirate's what I be.
A scirvey crew I've got me friends.
They smells like snake puree.
No pirate's song could ever tell this awful shape I'm in.
I ain't no Tyrone Power friends. I ain't no Errol Flynn.
And he ain't no Tyrone Power friends.
He ain't no Errol Flynn.