I’m all set
The dock master wearing plad
Dropped his ropes and locks
To watch the ticker tape parade

And they’re all glad
Can you believe that
The things they think they love
Are all the things I know I hate

I don’t want you pirates anymore
I don’t want these to dos what are they for
I don’t want you pirates anymore
I don’t want the lord [bad word] again

I don’t think the lord [bad word] again [bad word] again

To believe in a religion
You gotta pray for the ones you love
And pray for all the ones you hate
Like
Your old boyfriends
Your old girlfriends
Your old husbands
And your wives friends
And your family
And countries
And countries
And enemies

I don’t want you pirates anymore
I don’t want these to dos what are they for
I don’t want you pirates anymore
I don’t want the lord [bad word] again

I don’t think the lord [bad word] again
I don’t think the lord [bad word] again [bad word] again