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.