Pirate Spud

[Intro] Pirate Spud he’s a tuber of might Sails a paper boat by the pale moonlight With a cookie cutlass he’s ready to fight Fear the starch He’s a spud full of might [Instrumental Intro] [Verse] Pirate Spud He sails the sea On a paper boat He calls his home A cutlass made of dough Strikes fear in hearts wherever he goes [Verse 2] His flag is a napkin His compass a lid His first mate's a pickle A salty old squid He laughs at danger He scoffs at fear He’s the starchiest pirate of all seven seas [Pre-Chorus] Yo-ho-ho And a bag of fries Pirate Spud’s got mischief in his eyes The British fleet may give a chase But he’ll crumb their plans with a fried grace [Chorus] Yo-ho-ho Spud's on the prowl There be treasures and mischief Hear the growl The terror of the seven seas Oh what a sight Even the British fleet runs in fright [Break] He’s a terror He’s a tater He’s a snack-time navigator [Verse 3] Yo ho Spud’s on the go A potato with swagger A starchy hero Yo ho He’s stealing the show Pirate Spud rules where the trade winds blow [Bridge] He stole the Queen’s scone Left a potato print Made the Admiral cry “He’s a devilish tint!” He’s the stuff of legends A mashy sprint With a crumb on his coat and a devious glint [Verse 4] Pirate Spud sails on the salty breeze A paper boat conquers the seven seas With a cutlass of cookie Oh crumbly and sweet But the British fleet on his trail Yet Spud won't retreat [Pre-Chorus] Yo-ho-ho And a bag of fries Pirate Spud’s got mischief in his eyes The British fleet may give a chase But he’ll crumb their plans with a fried grace [Chorus] Yo-ho-ho Spud's on the prowl There be treasures and mischief Hear the growl The terror of the seven seas Oh what a sight Even the British fleet runs in fright [Break] He’s a terror He’s a tater He’s a snack-time navigator [Verse 5] Pirate Spud the starch supreme He’s the nightmare of every sailor’s dream No British fleet can take him down He’ll mash their ships and steal the crown [Bridge 2] He duels with grace Swoosh goes his cookie cutlass Leaves admiral begging for his life They saw his might heard spudly roar He mashed their hopes and loot their boats [Final Pre-Chorus] Yo-ho-ho And a bag of fries Pirate Spud’s got mischief in his eyes The British fleet may give a chase But he’ll crumb their plans with a fried grace [Final Chorus] Yo-ho-ho Spud's on the prowl There be treasures and mischief Hear the growl The terror of the seven seas Oh what a sight Even the British fleet runs in fright [Outro] He’s a terror He’s a tater He’s a snack-time navigator