Long John Silver ring in his ear
he's the hero, make that clear
does the same thing his fathe
did sailing around the
Caribbean robing king with
his talking parrot this time I
think he's on the high side
scabs are forming
scraped his knee
guards are warning
a bad man is free
he's like electric clock that
needs no winding
keeps the time
without your hands western
feet need no binding take a
barefoot run through old Japan
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he's seen a thousand
countries, they're all the same
some men crazy - some men
sane but all men are ruled by
a flag or a game he knows
nobody's got you if
you don't sign your name
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Long John Silver serves no
king no land holds him that's
why he feels like singing
every country now then roars
like Irish drunk singing
every monk will now then call
his men to hear the wenches
night bells ringing