The McBeal Mutiny

Once upon a time, in 1669
They christened her the HMS McBeal
A twelve gun privateer
For the whisky, rum, and beer
With both Englishmen and Irish at her wheel

She was owned by John McGee,
Her captain while at sea
An Englishman and a worthless cunt to boot
The first mate was a drunk
Always passed out in his bunk
Where he dreamed of whores and pillaging their loot

Chorus:
Well I know that should I go to that vessel down below
That the crew would still lie scattered on her decks
The captain would still stand
With the cutlass in his hand
And the Union Jack still tied around his neck

The Patties were opressed
By an englishman who dressed
In the colors of His Majesty, the King
A conscripted Irish crew
Wore an anti-crown tattoo,
And among them, cries of mutany would ring

Til alas, one fateful night
Every Englishman in sight was butchered as he sat down to his tea
A red sky in the morning
Should have made McGee take warning
And that deck was red as any sky could be

Chorus
Well I know that should I go to that vessel down below
That the crew would still lie scattered on her decks
The captain would still stand
With the cutlass in his hand
And the Union Jack still tied around his neck

The captain, left for last
Was strung up from the mast
Where he hung aloft for all the world to see
McGee's red, white and blue
Took his life and all he knew
And his swords hung still, useless as could be

The ending of this song is taking too damn long,
I think this song is coming to a head
I'm sure they all got drunk,
And hit a rock and sunk
That's all there is, so now fuck off to bed.

Chorus
Well I know that should I go to that vessel down below
That the crew would still lie scattered on her decks
The captain would still stand
With the cutlass in his hand
And the Union Jack still tied around his neck

I know that should I go to that vessel down below
That the crew would still lie scattered on her decks
The captain would still stand
With the cutlass in his hand
And the Union Jack still tied around his neck