[Intro - Fast acoustic intro, rhythmic wood floor stomping] [Verse 1] [Male Vocal - Deep upfront British pirate baritone, aggressive rock rap flow] The royal favorite, a noble-born corsair, London greets him back with glamor and parade! Out on the open sea, he owns the salty air, Spaniards sink below, the ultimate armada! With stolen Inca gold his heavy sacks are swelling, The Queen herself sends down a royal invitation: [Female Vocal - Theatrical proud queenly tone, spoken style] “Oh Francis, darling dear, your fortune keeps on telling, I welcome you tonight to court for celebration!” [Chorus - Heavy pirate rock anthem, sharp rhythmic fiddle, stadium drums] [Male Vocal & Pirate Crowd Chorus] Oh Drake, the iron pirate with a velvet hand! Before you Spanish galleons are sinking in the flame! The Queen has spoken out — your ginger head is grand, You fill the royal vault and stake your royal claim! [Verse 2] [Male Vocal - Snarky confident rock rap delivery] An envoy from Madrid arrives with bitter crying: “My Queen, this wicked Drake is nothing but a thief! He burns our ports and ships, and leaves our merchants dying, Deliver up his head and bring our souls relief!” And Elizabeth just laughs, pouring out the wine: [Female Vocal - Laughing theatrical queenly tone] “Señor, you are deceived, your argument is hollow! He simply collects our ocean tax across the line, Your little formal protest is impossible to swallow!” [Chorus - Full speed stadium rock energy, heavy boots stomping] [Male Vocal & Pirate Crowd Chorus] Oh Drake, the iron pirate with a velvet hand! Before you Spanish galleons are sinking in the flame! The Queen has spoken out — your ginger head is grand, You fill the royal vault and stake your royal claim! [Bridge - Slow heavy guitar chugs, dark fiddle hums] [Male Vocal - Gritty low rock rap] King Philip in Madrid can never find a slumber, Afraid the British crown will take his head instead. While Francis rides the waves and counts a golden number, With rum inside his cup and pirates down ahead! [Fiddle Solo - Wild fast electric fiddle roll] [Outro - Euphoric group shouting, maximum stadium energy] [Male Vocal & Pirate Crowd Chorus] So raise your glasses high, my boys, and pour the rum! To England and her favorite sea-roving buccaneer! Let Spanish armadas come banging with a drum, We take the gold and sing across the ocean sphere! [Male Vocal - Spoken laugh] Ha! To the Queen! [Final Stomp - Sharp cut]
