Haggis: We're a band of vicious pirates! Edward: A sailinґ 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, ґcause 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 aґ 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 whackinґ! Edward: If ya disrespect our singingґ... 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: Iґm getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming. Haggis: Weґre 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.