[Intro: captain calls; crew answers over boot stomps] Somebody has to move! Then give the wheel a turn! Every porch becomes a port When those pumpkin lanterns burn! [Verse 1: captain; acoustic guitar and snare] Trip Line has a bedsheet sail and four well-traveled wheels, A chart upon a napkin and a drummer on our heels. There's a WEB across the rigging, catching orange light; Force Fed flies above us as we swagger through the night. [Chorus: full crew; fiddle and handclaps] Porchlight Pirates, port to port! Raise your chorus, hold the fort! Hey, ho! Rattle the rail! There's a whole street blowing in our sail! Porchlight Pirates, sing once more! Leave some room beside your door! [Verse 2: captain; concertina responses] The Cardboard Kraken's second mouth is holding someone's hat; Our lookout swears the treasure map was eaten by a bat. I fixed your door: the little hatch no longer bangs the bell; It closes now, but every welcome keeps a tale to tell. [Chorus: full crew; stronger boot stomps] Porchlight Pirates, port to port! Raise your chorus, hold the fort! Hey, ho! Rattle the rail! There's a whole street blowing in our sail! Porchlight Pirates, sing once more! Leave some room beside your door! [Bridge: captain and crew; stomps and short whistle answers] Your usual? A little more bite! Then squeeze that concertina tight! A song for some? A song for all! The whole damn harbor hears us call! [Final verse: captain and crew together; full acoustic ensemble] Bones on the Bow has lost his hat; the Kraken knows the crime. We pay each port in choruses, then steal a second rhyme. The Lantern Tide runs amber where the autumn leaves are strewn; Home Port can wait another verse: the street has caught the tune! [Outro: crew; four final stomps] Porchlight Pirates, port to port! Trip Line! Give us one verse more!
