When we find the buried treasure
We're going to invest it
In a pub on Black Hawk island
Where we'll serve grog
In glasses shaped like little skulls
That'll be our gimmick
We're going to call the place
The Little Skull
We're going to finally fix the mizzenmast
And we're going to redecorate the ship's kitchen
With an Italian marble countertop
And brand new sporks
For our slaw
We're going to enroll our parrot
In a Beginner's French class
So it'll sound a little classier
When we take it to parties
We're going to get fake eyes
Or at least eye patches
In different colors
So we don't keep mixing 'em up
We're going to go find snow
Wherever it may be
But most of all
When we find the buried treasure
We're going to shake the sand out of our boots
We're going to sing a few shanties
And wherever we are
We're going to watch the sun set
All the way down the horizon
We're going to watch all that for once
Instead of getting drunk on ale
And passing out on starboard side
We'll sit there with our buried treasure
Newly unburied
And we'll watch the world turn over
Argh, what an adventure that'll be
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