Captain Dan And The Scurvy Crew - Broadside lyrics

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