Me hearties! Me lads! Me lovely lasses!
Blimey! Black spotted I’ve become!
Me mateys! Ye lads! Ye lonely lasses!
Shiver me timbers! Whatever I done!
Plunder we did the old buried chest
Haunted by the ghost aye only I am
No swag did I loot; all gold I detest
Yet cursed, only I; Whyever not them!
A Peg-legged dog ravaged by skurvy!
Blimey! Stiff cheesed I’ve become!
Me mateys! Ye lads! Me lovely beauty!
Shiver me timbers! Whatever I done!
They looted all booty; all pearl and coin
Sink me! None of that did I even touch
This one thing I took, me hideous crime,
Was the tattered notebook that I clutch.
Me hearties! Me lads! Me lovely lasses!
The notebook! The notebook! The notebook is cursed!
Me mateys! Ye lads! Ye lonely lasses!
In the notebook an old pirate, aye he had his soul rehearsed!
Story Of The Footloose 