It's Thursday and where has the week gone, said a pirate, I think it was Long John,
I replied the same place that all the weeks go when the tide starts to flow and the sails are set.

nothing new under this son of a gun
splicing the mainbrace
catching the sun.


two tuns of *** from Tortuga
and pieces of eight from the Main

from downstairs dad shouts,
go to sleep now
I shan't be telling you again.