We’re sailin’ out in foggy, dewy weather
Pillagin’ the west coast
Singing out the „turalurao”
But laboring the wicked old sea
Was always making us row
Tired of the „turalurao”
Hunger and no capture
From plague we’re no more raptured
You didn’t really treat us well (You didn't really treat us well)
So much different stories
But came for gold and glories
Now we send you back to Hell!

You traitors, the Captain’s dead, hail!
So long live me
Now I’m in charge so no wail! Way-hey
Riding on thunder
The world’s gonna humble
Blessed be the wreck and now we sail
The Captain’s dead

We’re sailin’ out in foggy, dewy weahter
Pillagin’ the west coasts
Singin’ out the „turalurao”
But laboring the wicked old sea
Was always making us row
Tired of the „turalurao”
Abandoned families
God only catching disease
Now we’ve got nothing left to lose (Now we've got nothing left to lose)
The soup is served with rat tag
No lumber for a wooden leg
Fighting right next to you it’s no use
You traitors, the Captain’s dead, hail!
So long live me
Now I’m in charge so no wail! Way-hey
Riding on thunder
The world’s gonna humble
Blessed be the wreck and now we sail

The Captain’s dead
Traitors, the Captain’s dead, hail!
So long live me
Now I’m in charge so no wail! Way-hey
Riding on thunder
The world’s gonna hunger
The Captain’s dead
Traitors, the Captain’s dead, hail!
So long live me
Now I’m in charge so no wail! Way-hey
Riding on thunder
The world’s gonna hunger
Blessed be the wreck and now we sail
The Captain's dead