Real Swashbucklers(Throw Your Hooks In The Air)

All the real swashbucklers throw yer hooks in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
With sword and gun fire we get what we require
But tonight my mateys get down with the ladies
All the real swashbucklers throw yer hooks in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
We bounce up and down like the turn of the tide
If ya wanna have a party, baby, let us inside

Sea Dawg:
Back the hell up when we sail into the club
Get yer hand too close and you'll be pullin' back a stub
It's a partyin' night. Alright, its time to get down
Such a sight to see when the crew hits the town
On the high seas there's hardly ever time to chill
Empty the coffers then we raid and refill
Hit a merchant at sea, then a port in Brazil
Mountains are molehills when you got this kinda skill
I'm a maniac set to attack
I've got a knack for dishing out and taking flak
Give me some rum, wine, or a bottle of jack
And we'll see who's at the bottom of the sea in a sack
All the bottles broken, we be leavin' this city smokin'
We ain't finished this soon; we plunder from midnight to noon
'Til we've stolen each and every little single doubloon
All the while singin' this tune

All the real swashbucklers throw yer hooks in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
With sword and gun fire we get what we require
But tonight my mateys get down with the ladies
All the real swashbucklers throw yer hooks in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
We bounce up and down like the turn of the tide
If ya wanna have a party, baby, let us inside

I bet yer wonderin' why my hooks all covered in jewels
Because you scurvy fools, I don't follow the rules
I'll take yer rubies; I'm no nooby, use yer head as buoy
I'll make yer health fail 'cause dead men tell no tales
Never fails that our treasure's always breakin' the scales
We're so ruthless from the start we can't be kept in the jails
My eye patch is made of gold, with gems in it's folds
Me hook has got them too, I can count quite a few
Of the treasures and the riches that I snatched from me crew
So lets get to the point, I'm the head of this joint
It's the HMS Rickets selling out all yer tickets
That's just how we kick it with all these emeralds and ingots
We come in droppin' dimes just like old times
I could kill ya with me wit, or my razor sharp rhymes
My hat is custom fit from the port of St. Kitts
We got the Scurvy Crew style that ya hate to admit

All the real swashbucklers throw yer hooks in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
With sword and gun fire we get what we require
But tonight my mateys get down with the ladies
All the real swashbucklers throw yer hooks in the air
And wave 'em all around like ya just don't care
We bounce up and down like the turn of the tide
If ya wanna have a party, baby, let us inside