(Intro) (The sound of a digital wind blowing. A bright, staccato lead synth kicks in with a melody that sounds like a harpsichord played through a vacuum tube. A steady, rhythmic "thump" of a bass drum mimics the rowing of a galley.) Verse 1 The map is tattered and the ink is pale But there’s a favorable wind in the canvas sail From the Spanish Main to the Tortuga bay We’re chasing down the sun at the end of the day Choose your ship and choose your name A letter of marque in a dangerous game The governor’s daughter is waving goodbye Under the glare of a pixelated sky! Pre-Chorus Scan the horizon for a merchant’s mast The age of the landlubber is a thing of the past Watch the silver compass, keep the course true The Caribbean sea is calling for you! Chorus Pirates! Wealth and renown We’re taking the fort and we’re taking the town Pirates! Sabres and lead Better to be rich than to be among the dead Broadside cannons in a smoke-filled roar The legends of the sea are hitting the shore! Verse 2 Fencing with the Captain on a slippery deck One false move and it’s a blade to the neck Left, right, parry—keep the rhythm in mind Until the silver treasure is the only thing you find Search for the sister, search for the kin The family is lost where the currents begin Dig for the chest where the red "X" glows Only the ghost of the buccaneer knows! Pre-Chorus Scan the horizon for a merchant’s mast The age of the landlubber is a thing of the past Watch the silver compass, keep the course true The Caribbean sea is calling for you! Chorus Pirates! Wealth and renown We’re taking the fort and we’re taking the town Pirates! Sabres and lead Better to be rich than to be among the dead Broadside cannons in a smoke-filled roar The legends of the sea are hitting the shore! Bridge (The music slows down—a moody, minor-key shift. The sound of a lonely bell tolling.) The food is running low... The crew is full of spite... A mutiny is brewing... In the middle of the night! (Suddenly, the music explodes back into a fast, triumphant solo—lots of chirpy high notes and rapid-fire arpeggios.) Chorus Pirates! Wealth and renown We’re taking the fort and we’re taking the town Pirates! Sabres and lead Better to be rich than to be among the dead Broadside cannons in a smoke-filled roar The legends of the sea are hitting the shore! Outro (The music fades into the sound of waves and seagulls.) Retire in glory... A Duke of the realm... With a chest full of gold... And a hand on the helm... (A final, jaunty 8-bit flourish ends the song.)
