Buccaneers Of Hispaniola

Of the sight of me, the spaniards must be seasick to the molar
Plunder treasure galleons, off the shores of hispaniola
Every ship that caught my eye, I went ahead and stole her
L’ollonnais, chevalier
Everybody fears
Roasted men like manatee, washed it down with tears
I am the cruelest of all buccaneers

Lily-livered land lubbers, I put them to the cutlass
The greatest seafarers of lore
Wish they’d stayed ashore
And studied the atlas (atlas)

We are the buccaneers of hispaniola
Buccaneers of hispaniola

Tighten up that woolding rope, till your eye pops out of its socket
Hang you upside-down
And take whatever comes out of your pocket
Slice you nice and thin, so you’ll fit in your widow’s locket

I took on the bravest of the brave and gutted them gutless
A one-man relentless pursuit of booty and loot
Put the Caribbean on the atlas