Download song: A pirate I was meant to be.mp3

Haggis:         We're a band of vicious pirates!
Edward:         A sailin´ out to sea.
Bill:   When you hear our gentle singing...
Haggis:         You'll be sure to turn and flee!
        
Guybrush:       Oh, this is just ridiculous.
        
Guybrush:       Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!

Bill: That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap! Bill: We're a club of tuneful rovers!

Haggis:         We can sing in every clef!
Edward:         We can even hit the high notes!
Haggis:         It's just too bad we're tone deaf!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:       Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Edward:         We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!
        
Edward:         We're thieving balladeers.
Haggis:         A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Bill:   To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Edward:         Just really good ear plugs!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:       All right, crew, let's get to work!
Haggis:         Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.
        
Haggis:         We'll fight you in the harbor.
Bill:   We'll battle you on land.
Edward:         But when you meet singing pirates...
Guybrush:       They'll be more than you can stand.

Bill: Ooooh! That was a good one!
Guybrush: No, it wasn't.

Guybrush: No time for song! We've got to move! Bill: The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!

Bill: We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs.

Haggis:         Have we pity? Not a dram!
Edward:         We all eat roasted garlic...
Haggis:         ...then sing from the diaphragm!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:       Less singing, more sailing.
Edward:         When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!

Bill: If ye try ta fight us...

Haggis:         ...you will get a nasty whackin´!
Edward:         If ya disrespect our singing´...

Bill: ...we will feed ya to a kraken!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:       I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Haggis:         We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.
        
Edward:         We're troublesome corsairs!
Bill:   And we've come to steal your treasures!
Haggis:         We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Edward:         ...but we have to rest five measures.

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Bill: The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.

Guybrush:       You say you're nasty pirates...
Guybrush:       ...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
Guybrush:       From what I've seen I tell you...
Guybrush:       ...you're not pirates! You're just slackers!

All: A pirate I was meant to be!
All: Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:       We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Haggis:         And...!
Haggis:         ...um...
Bill:   Well...
Edward:         ...err...
Bill:   Door hinge?
Edward:         No, no...
Bill:   Guess the song's over, then.
Haggis:         Guess so.
Edward:         Okay, back to work.
Guybrush:       Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.