Stranded on an island
Your ship sailin' away
Your crew has turned against ye
And left ye there t' stay
They left ye with a pistol
Containin' just one shot
Th' aftermath o' mutiny
Th' completion o' their plot
Ye found a smuggler's cellar
Containin' loads o' rum
And when th' smugglers came by
Ye asked if ye could come
With them back t' Tortuga
But that story sounds so lame
So ye invented somethin'
Concocted a false claim
A story about turtles
And ropes made o' back hair
Ye bound them t' yer feet
They got ye out o' there
Now ye be on a mission
To take back what be yours
Ye glance smartly at yer compass
And set grinnin' yer course
Stranded on an island
Your ship sailing away
Your crew has turned against you
And left you there to stay
They left you with a pistol
Containing just one shot
The aftermath of mutiny
The completion of their plot
You found a smuggler's cellar
Containing loads of rum
And when the smugglers came by
You asked if you could come
With them back to Tortuga
But that story sounds so lame
So you invented something
Concocted a false claim
A story about turtles
And ropes made of back hair
You bound them to your feet
They got you out of there
Now you are on a mission
To take back what is yours
You glance quickly at your compass
And set grinning your course