Arr..Arr... here they go
Thumping their metallic legs,
Yodeling their sore throats.
If you hear the captain,
Just fear and run and abandon
For they are the kings with guns in their hands.

Arr..Arr.. here they go
Not a kill do they spare
Not a joke do they get
Yet laugh at theirs breaking the air.
Smelly are their hairs
Long funny beards they have
Not a shit do they have for (give to) you
For they are...