On the Account

(Cap D)
 We're out for recruits
 Who have an eye our for loot
 We need 80 strong men
 To to set sail in our troop
 In the port if your short
 On cash to go forth
 We've got just the answer
 If you'll hear it of course
 If yer inclined to rhyme
 And live a life of crime
 Sign up on the line
 Live in fame for all time
 Sail for 200 days
 And make a mountain of pay
 Let's sign you up matey,
 Let there be no delay
 (Chorus)
 On the account
 Yes we're on the account
 We're comin to your town?
 Sign your name down,
 Adventures abounds.
 On the account
 Yes we're on the account
 And we're coming through
 To recruit you
 For the scurvy crew
 (Admirality)
 Admirality's back, on the beats for the fleet
 Here to rustle up some muscle for the British Elite
 You like meat? We've got all the salt beef you can eat
 Pirate rates can't compete, so please be taking a seat
 Can you use a map, mate? How far can you see?
 I CAN BENCH-PRESS A BOAT. Well that sounds good to me!
 Here's yer red coat, and your bucket of tea,
 Oh, son - you just enlisted in the Royal Marines!
 Next please... You Sir, with the porcelain eye:
 Will you serve your boy Nelson or are you scared to
 Die?
 Is it cool to get high? We make them Dutchmen fly!
 Sign up another sailor and take up the cry:
 All you boys on the capstan, raising the chain
 Weigh up the anchor, and roll out the sails again,
 Fully staffed from the colonies to the Spanish main
 Cos we be giving them berths to any man with a brain!
 (Chorus)
 (Cap D)
 Now it says right here
 That you're a taylor
 But you don't have no fears
 Of becoming a sailor
 Just because you have a dream
 That you can be on our team
 Doesn't mean your mean
 Enough to be a sea dawg supreme
 What makes ye a pirate?
 Got dreams of a riot?
 Fought fiends all sizes?
 Sneak in towns under guises?
 Have ya got a parrot?
 If it bites me I swear it
 I'll put all his feathers
 In my hat then I'll wear it
 Yer application says that yer a surgeon
 But We've only got the tools
 For filletin them sturgeons,
 Can ye saw a man's leg
 While you're sippin on bourbon
 Or bring b ack a man
 Who's near death by submergin?
 If you can fish out a snook?
 While ye got that there hook?
 I think we can add ye on board
 As our cook!
 How bout cooper makin' barrels
 Keep the gunpowder sterile
 Or a gunner makin' peril
 While we singin this carol
 (Chorus)