As he got nearer, the tang of grog, and the pungent aroma of cheap tobacco assailed his nostrils. He could also hear loud, cheerful voices that, all at once, and all together, broke into song.
He's a naughty, nasty Captain
We're his naughty, nasty crew
And we sail The Rollickin' Ruby
Findin' naughty things to do
We have naughty, nasty beards
'Cos we likes our faces hairy
We have bad breath, we have BO
We're naughty and we're scary
We likes to drink our pirate grog
We likes our ladies curvy
One keeps you warm in bed at night
One keeps away the scurvy
Ours is a naughty, nasty Captain
But he'll always do his duty
Drinkin' grog, carousin' whores
And stealin' lots of booty
If your boat has been a plundered
Then you'll know it's us to thank
'Cos manners cost you nuffink
Or we
