Batten Down

Batten down, me hardies! Get ready for the storm!
There'll be time enough for grievin', they'll be time enough to mourn
Should fate allow us passage we'll be all reborn
So batten down, me hardies for a trip around the horn

Don't worry 'bout the bloodstains, they'll come out in the wash
Now put some pep into that step and buckle-up that swash
Don't fret about the stabbin' we all know chicks dig scars
You're livin' your own legend now, creating your memoirs

Raise your tankards high
Salute the black and white

Make sure you wear your smile as you stab him in the gullet
If you miss him, never fear! You've got your lucky bullet
We're jaunting into battle with a bouncing, perky tune
We're a fearsome group of pirates on this sunny afternoon

Prepare yourself for snickersnee and sharpen up your swords
Let's practice our most fearsome pose for staring down the hordes
Ignore the collywobbles, boys. You know, I'm sure it's fine
They'll sing our tarradiddles from here to Lichtenstein!

Now, get up off your ass
Load the cannon, raise the mast
And fire at will into the old broadside