Sixteen men on a /dead man’s chest.
With/ sweaty old armpits and /smelly rotten breath.
It’s en/ough to gag your gizzards /half to death.
Said the/ parrots of the Caribbean.
Now/ pretty boy Jake was a /born to the sea.
He was /tough. He was brave. He would /squawk incessantly.
He was an/ultimate design of orni/thology.
That /parrot of the Caribbean.
One/ day Jake realised his/ awful fate.
Un/less he got further than/ pieces of eight.
He/ had to lose the shoulder be/fore it was too late.
Thought the/ parrot of the Caribbean.
So he/ done jumped ship past a/ drunk old codger.
And he/ got him a ship, which he/ called ‘The Polly Roger’.
Then he/ got him a crew who were/ millet loving todgers.
Cap’n/ Parrot of the Caribbean.
In a/ year, all the bards knew his/ exploits and would sing it.
Any/ ship bearing gold he would/ confiscate and bring it.
To a/ place far away, with no/ plan – but he could wing it –
that/ parrot of the Caribbean.
For the/ treasure to be safe, Jake de/signed a cunning plot.
He would/ leave female birds in a/ nest to guard the lot.
So I/ s’pose you could say that the/ eggs would mark the spot.
Clever/ parrot of the Caribbean.
For a/ while Jake was legend and it/ got him old and fat.
He was/ still a pretty boy in his/ feathers and his hat.
Until that/ one fatal night he got/ eaten by a cat.
By/ Tiddles of the Caribbean.
When the/ landlord spread the news, they all/ thought he’d lost his rocker.
None the/ less they killed the cat – and you/ might think what a shocker.
But how/ else could poor old Jake end up in/ Davy Jones’s locker.
Fare thee/ well Jake of the Caribbean.
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