Shiver My Timbers

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