Long John: When I was just a lad looking for my true vocation
My father said "Now son, this choice deserves deliberation
Though you could be a doctor or perhaps a financier
My boy why not consider a more challenging career"
Pirates: Hey ho ho
You'll cruise to foreign shores
And you'll keep your mind and body sound
By working out of doors
Long John: True friendship and adventure are what we can't live without
All: And when you're a professional pirate
Bad Polly: That's what the job's about
Long John: "Upstage, lads, this is my ONLY number!"
Now take Sir Francis Drake, the Spanish all despise him
But to the British he's a hero and they idolize him
It's how you look at buccaneers that makes them bad or good
And I see us as members of a noble brotherhood
Pirates: Hey ho ho
We're honorable men
And before we lose our tempers we will always count to ten
Long John: On occasion there may be someone you have to execute
All: But when your a professional pirate
Morgan: You don't have to wear a suit..... what?
Mad Monty: I could have been a surgeon
I like taking things apart
Bad Polly: I could have been a lawyer
But I just had too much heart
Morgan: I could have been in politics
Cause I've always been a big spender
Pirate: And me...I could have been a contender
Long John: Some say that pirates steal and should be feared and hated
I say we're victims of bad press it's all exaggerated
We'd never stab you in the back, we'd never lie or cheat
We're just about the nicest guys you'd ever want to meet
Long John's speech...
All: Hey ho ho
It's one for all for one
And we'll share and share alike with you and love you like a son
We're gentlemen of fotune and that's what we're proud to be
And when your a professional pirate
Long John: You'll be honest brave and free
The soul of decency
You'll be loyal and fair and on the square
And most importantly
All: When you're a professional pirate
You're always in the best of company
Pero la cosa no queda ahí. Puestos a tratar de piratas, "The pirate I was ment to be" de Monkey Island es algo digno de ver.
We're a band of vicious pirates
A-sailin' out to sea.
When you hear our gentle singing...
You'll be sure to turn and flee!
(Oh, this is just ridiculous.)
Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
That pirate will be done for,
when he falls into our trap!
We're a club of tuneful rovers!
We can sing in every clef!
We can even hit the high notes!
It's just too bad we're tone deaf!
A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
We know he's sure to lose,
'cause we know just where to fire at!
We're thieving balladeers.
A gang of cutthroat mugs.
To fight us off ye don't need guns!
Just jolly good ear-plugs.
A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Less singing, more sailing.
When we defeat our wicked foe,
His ship he will be bailing!
If ye try ta fight us
You will get a nasty whackin'!
If ya disrespect our singin'
We will feed ya to a kraken!
A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
All right, crew, let's get to work!
Our vocation's a thing we love
A thing we'd never shirk!
We'll fight you in the harbor.
We'll battle you on land.
But when you meet singing pirates...
They'll be more than you can stand.
Oh! That was a good one!
No, it wasn't.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
The brass is what we'll polish
And the deck is what we'll mop.
You say you're nasty pirates...
Scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
From what I've seen I tell you
You're not pirates! You're just slackers!
A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
I'm getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
We're ready to set sail,
though the cannons need a-priming.
We're troublesome corsairs!
And we've come to steal your treasures!
We would shoot you on the downbeat
But we have to rest five measures.
A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
No time for song! We've got to move!
The battle will be long,
But our courage we will prove!
We're a pack of scurvy seadogs
Have we pity? Not a dram
We all eat roasted garlic
Then sing from the diaphragm.
A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
And...!
...um...
Well...
...err...
Door hinge?
No, no...
Guess the song's over, then.
Guess so.
Hokay, back to work.
Well gee.
I feel a little guilty, now...
