Haggis: We're a band of vicious pirates! Edward: A sailin´ out to sea. Bill: When you hear our gentle singing... Haggis: 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! All: 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!
All: 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.
(Русская версия авторства Wolf )
Хаггис: Мы банда злых пиратов! Эдвард: Плывем мы по морям. Билл: Услышав наше пенье... Хаггис: Спасаться нужно вам!
Гайбраш: О, это просто смешно.
Гайбраш: - Ну же, парни! Ту карту надо вернуть! Билл: - Подлый пират падет и глазом не успев моргнуть!
Билл: Мы - музыканты и бандиты! Хаггис: Можем спеть любой куплет! Эдвард: Можем взять любую ноту! Хаггис: Жаль только слуха у нас нет!