StrikeWriter - Devilin' To Do (Club Mix)

Glory, glory Gloriana Glory, glory Gloriana Glory, glory Gloriana We sail at her behest I’m a preacher’s son With a penchant for a-sailing And I’ve never been one To brag or boast But when it comes to plunder And raiding Spain’s treasure There ain’t no one better To have at the helm So mind your rigging And put in some muscle We stalwart lot Are ready for a tussle We’ve got some deviling to do We’ve got Some deviling To do Yo Left foot, right foot, up she goes Hoist the sails with a big heave-ho Farewell Plymouth, cheerio This crew’s got some deviling This crew’s got some deviling This crew’s got some deviling to do yippee On the Spanish Main El Draque’s the name The Dragon they call me When I’m on the hunt These blue eyes sparkle For gold and jewels A rich plate of silver And breaking all the rules Between wind and water We’ll make our fame Come gale come tornado or sheets of rain Keep ya eye on the prize Take them by surprise This preacher’s son’s got some deviling to do Gloriana stamps the measure We leap for blood and treasure We dance to the jingle of Spanish gold We follow Drake into battle We let our muskets rattle We smile in church And steal like sin For gold and glory Nymphs sing our story We skip on the deck Of the Golden Hind Left foot, right foot, up she goes Hoist the sails with a big heave-ho From Devon to Peru, this crew This crew’s got some deviling This crew’s got some deviling This crew’s got some deviling to do Yippee Glory, glory Gloriana Glory, glory Gloriana Glory, glory Gloriana We sail for the queen When appealing to the queen I mind my Ps and Qs I take a sweeping bow And kiss the royal jewels But at sea chivalry Won’t keep a ship afloat It’s all hands on deck This ain’t no leisure boat We’re on the hunt For gold and jewels Yes we’re breaking All the rules Land ho Gloriana stamps the measure We leap for blood and treasure We dance to the jingle of Spanish gold We follow Drake into battle We let our muskets rattle We smile in church And steal like sin For gold and glory Nymphs sing our story We skip on the deck Of the Golden Hind Left foot, right foot, up she goes Hoist the sails with a big heave-ho From Devon to Peru, this crew This crew’s got some deviling This crew’s got some deviling This crew’s got some deviling to do Yo ho, yo ho Yes, the name’s Sir Francis Drake And I like pieces of eight And I’ve never met a Spaniard That I didn’t berate I’m liberal with me plunder Or I’d be torn asunder The queen takes her cut And you’ll all get yours I’m the scourge of Spain Phillip shudders at my name Three cheers for Drake Left foot, right foot, up she goes Hoist the sails with a big heave-ho From Devon to the Main, this crew This crew’s got some deviling This crew’s got some deviling This crew’s got some deviling to do When I’m dead drop the led Tell Lady Elizabeth I miss her so I lived for adventure I died for lost treasure In glory Let St George’s Cross fly Glory, glory Gloriana Glory, glory Gloriana Glory, glory Gloriana