True pirates don't expect to grow old
They never feel the need to save their gold
First thing they do coming ashore
Is find some good wenches and grog

The party lasts until they spend all the loot
They drink, make love and brawl - life is good
Nobody else can figure out their lot
They only need some good wenches and grog

When money's gone they go back to the ships
Their fate will welcome them on high seas
They risk it all and keep crisscrossing the world
For nothing more than good wenches and grog