LYRICS
Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
Yo-ho-heave-ho
There are men whose hearts are black as coal
Yo-ho-heave-ho
And they sailed their ship 'cross the ocean blue
A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew
It was dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo-ho-heave-ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo-ho-heave-ho
And those buccaneers drown their sins in rum
The devil himself would call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight
A piece of eight!
A piece of eight!
FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT
Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware
When the money in the ground there's murder in the air
Murder in the air
One more time
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo-ho-heave-ho
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
Yo-ho-heave-ho
When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
There's no turning back from any course that's laid
And when greed and villainy sail the sea
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery
Treachery!
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
Dead men tell no tales