Drinking This Rum (A "Cleaning This Gun" Parody)

(In case you can't tell, this is about pirates...)

[Verse 1:]

In my journey for independence,
All my crew, they were in attendance,
But now they’re lost.

I can’t begin to count the theories
I’ve had pounding in my head
Of how they’re gone.

Might’ve left with someone Spanish
In a frilly yellow dress.
Now I still need some sailors,
Only just the best.

[Chorus:]

Come on in boy, sit on down
And tell me ‘bout yourself.
Wanna be a pirate, do ya now?
Yeah, we think it’s something else.

We sail ‘round the world,
We knock up girls,
While we search for gold;
That’s what we’ll get,
Ain’t it son?
Now y’all come ‘long, let’s have some fun

Me, I’ll be in the way back,
Bet I’ll be up all night
Still drinking this rum.

[Verse 2:]

Well, now I’m at a harbor.
And if you’re trying to make a dollar,
Just come find,
The captain that I’m known to be,
Who seems to have just one thing on his mind.

I’m moving fast,
It won’t be long before
I’m off to find some priceless gold,
So come knock on my door.

[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge:]

Now I gotta go,
Gonna find somebody to hurt.
It’s just a pirate thing, but hey, believe me
S’got its perks

[Repeat Chorus]