Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul Yo ho heave ho There are men whose hearts are as black as coal Yo ho heave ho And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew It's as dark a tale as was ever told Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides Yo ho heave ho There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides Yo ho heave ho And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum The devil himself would have to call them scum Every man aboard would have k**ed his mate For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight A piece of eight ( A piece of eight) Five, six, seven, eight Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware When there's money in the ground there's murder in the air Murder in the air One more time now P Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones Yo ho heave ho There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones Yo ho heave ho When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed There's no turning back from any course that's laid And when greed and villainy sail the sea You can bet your boots there'll be treachery Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails Dead men tell no tales