Bite The Hook Hand That Feeds

I've sailed upon this cursed ship
For nigh on 15 years
In service of the king's decree
A naval privateer
I've paid my dues in flesh and blood
And great was the reward
But this is not the life for me
A fact I can't ignore

The king commands
I wear a hat with corners numbered three
He says it is befitting of the rank bestowed on me
And when I lost my arm at sea
He sent forth a demand
That I should get a hook of steel
Where once I had a hand

I told him he could stick that hook
Right where the Sun don't shine
I stumbled to the nearest bar
And got real drunk on wine

Set sail! Land ho!
Drink rum! Lets go!
Over the oceans and over the seas
Bite through the iron till flesh starts to bleed
Set sail! Land ho!
Drink rum! Lets go!
Over the oceans and over the seas
We're biting the hook hand that feeds
We bite the hook that feeds

Last summer I was summoned
For an audience with my liege
But when he saw I came by horse
His highness was displeased
Where is your mighty pirate ship?
Why aren't you drinking rum?
Twas at this point I finally snapped
And shot him with my gun!

I've had it with this stupid hat
I hate the taste of rum
I'm never going back to sea
The pirate's life is dumb

Set sail! Land ho!
Drink rum! Lets go!
Over the oceans and over the seas
Bite through the iron till flesh starts to bleed
Set sail! Land ho!
Drink rum! Lets go!
Over the oceans and over the seas
We're biting the hook hand that feeds

Set sail! Land ho!
Drink rum! Lets go!
Set sail! Land ho!
Drink rum! Lets go on a quest!