True pirates don't expect to grow old They never feel the need to save their gold First thing they do coming ashore Is find some good wenches and grog The party lasts until they spend all the loot They drink, make love and brawl - life is good Nobody else can figure out their lot They only need some good wenches and grog When money's gone they go back to the ships Their fate will welcome them on high seas They risk it all and keep crisscrossing the world For nothing more than good wenches and grog