Styles Of Beyond
Текст песни The Pirate Song

Chorus:
Just how drunk can I get
Very, very I bet
Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate
I set em up, up then knock em down, down
I set em up, up then knock em down, down
I set em up, up then knock em down, down
Just how drunk can I get
Very, very I bet
Run with that rum till I stumble like a

Just how drunk can I get I'm Irish, a pirate
Minus the black boots and patch over my eyelid
Over the top violent always touching my privates
So finish up your guiness, there's sober kids up in Ireland
Styling, smiling, eyes full of criming
I love you for your treasure and bury it on a island
Timing is perfect, grinding is worthless
So gimme me all your shines, all your diamonds and purses
Rum's in my system, drums full of that liquid
Roll up on 'em clapin them cannons like captain kid did
Listen! You don't want no drama, nada
yo, where did you get that gun from?
I got it from my momma!
Ain't nobody son, I'm a demi-god father
Sipping on tequila, and I'm puking up manana
Drinks on the house, so that girl is trying to holler
But all I hear is bla bla, bla bla, bla bla and bla bla

Chorus:
Just how drunk can I get
Very, very I bet
Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate
I set em up, up then knock em down, down
I set em up, up then knock em down, down
I set em up, up then knock em down, down
Just how drunk can I get very, very I bet
Run with that rum till I stumble like a


Just how drunk can I get follow me on a mind trip
Sipping Jack's finest, drinking until my size splits
ooh, I think I like this, pour me another, right chicks?
Put your money up sonny, now ( shake? )out you bee-I-tches
Yeah, this is my chick, pause like the heismen
Blackout, wake up with no clothes and a migraine
Everything is a blur, and your brain is barely functioning
All you're thinking is uh, uh, uh alien abduction
But it ain't no martians here, just cold lobsters here
I'll drain your quiz and David Jones's locker
misconstrue what I'm saying, but what are my assumptions
Hella burn you dudes in the flames of the flying Dutchman
No, I'm not gonna stumble, I'll probably outdrink you...
till you're mackin the mumbles that charlie browns teach ya
All that's left on the scene is a murder theme now
but it ratin repair the rockin the burger king crown
( i dont fucking know, jesus these lyrics are hard to determine. there's probably a play on how he's drunk going on here, but its hard to see through )

Chorus:
Just how drunk can I get
Very, very I bet
Run with that rum till I stumble like a pirate
I said I'm up, up, and I come down, down
I said I'm up, up, and I come down, down
I said I'm up, up, and I come down, down
Just how drunk can I get
Very, very I bet
Run with that rum till I stumble like a

Thanks to Bubba for correcting these lyrics