A pirate I was meant to be!

I love this game: The curse of monkey island! I think this is the most epic scene in the game!

Aaand the lyrics:

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!

Guybrush:Oh, this is just ridiculous.

Guybrush:Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!

Bill:That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap!

Bill:We're a club of tuneful rovers!

Haggis:We can sing in every clef!

Edward:We can even hit the high notes!

Haggis:It's just too bad we're tone deaf!

All:A pirate I was meant to be!All:Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:Let's go defeat that evil pirate!

Edward:We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!

Edward:We're thieving balladeers.

Haggis:A gang of cutthroat mugs.

Bill:To fight us off ye don't need guns!

Edward:Just really good ear plugs!

All:A pirate I was meant to be!

All:Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:All right, crew, let's get to work!

Haggis:Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.

Haggis:We'll fight you in the harbor.

Bill:We'll battle you on land.

Edward:But when you meet singing pirates...

Guybrush:They'll be more than you can stand.

Bill:Ooooh! That was a good one!

Guybrush:No, it wasn't. Guybrush:No time for song! We've got to move!

Bill:The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove!

Bill:We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs.

Haggis:Have we pity? Not a dram!

Edward:We all eat roasted garlic...

Haggis:...then sing from the diaphragm!

All:A pirate I was meant to be!A

ll:Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:Less singing, more sailing.

Edward:When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!

Bill:If ye try ta fight us...

Haggis:...you will get a nasty whackin´!

Edward:If ya disrespect our singing´...

Bill:...we will feed ya to a kraken!

All:A pirate I was meant to be!

All:Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.

Haggis:We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.

Edward:We're troublesome corsairs!

Bill:And we've come to steal your treasures!

Haggis:We would shoot you on the downbeat...

Edward:...but we have to rest five measures.

All:A pirate I was meant to be!

All:Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:Stop! Stop! Stop!

Bill:The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.

Guybrush:You say you're nasty pirates...

Guybrush:...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?

Guybrush:From what I've seen I tell you...

Guybrush:...you're not pirates! You're just slackers! A

ll:A pirate I was meant to be!

All:Trim the sails and roam the sea!

Guybrush:We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.

Haggis:And...!

Haggis:...um...

Bill:Well..

.Edward:...err...

Bill:Door hinge?

Edward:No, no...

Bill:Guess the song's over, then.

Haggis:Guess so

.Edward:Okay, back to work.

Guybrush:Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.