Standing on a dead man's chest
Hold a bottle of rum
And if you haven't guessed
The pirate king wears the skins of scums

The Pirate King doesn't need to wear a crown
Not when he has a hook for a hand
Not when he is the unofficial ruler of this town

He steals and he plunders
He lies and he loots
Even when he has a cave of wonders
And has ten thousand and one dead recruits

The Pirate King, drunk as a skunk
Still a fearsome sight
His ship has never been sunk
His soul has no light