Weigh anchor, hoist the sails
 [bad word] #39; for booty on watery trails
No exploiter we see can still sail on
Our cannons fire till his ship goes down
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shell burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger
Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands
Our engagement are tough, but only for defence
Carefully we sail around the reefs
To force those die-hards to their knees
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shell burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger [bad word] through the waves to free all the captives
Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics
We're the menace, the curse of the sea
We pulverize the men'o'war pay or flee
Fly our flag, we teach them fear
Capture them, the end is near
Firing guns they shell burn
Surrender or fight there's no return
Under Jolly Roger