Full Mast

We docked Port at noon, south of Seattle
I was chomping down on some glorious cattle
For tonight we were going on a casino crawl
Gamble our treasure, pleasure for all.

The first place we went, had an oderous stench
A smelly old hobo, and an ugly old wench
I hoppped up to her, and winked in her direction
She gazed her eyes down to my pirate erection.

With that we made haste
Into the night, what a sight
There's more to enjoy
Now lets go, ahoy.

Well we drunk, and we danced
With my good eye I glanced
A hotter wench
With my hook at full mast
Such beauty, what a booty
I whipped out my flask
to have a drink
With my hook at full mast.

So i ditched that old carp, and put on my hat
I'm Captain Yarrface; I'm better than that
I stumbled up, to the new bird I spied
I gave her the wink, worked last time I tried.

To my surprise, she fell at me knees,
Pulled down my pants, and what did she see?
She wasn't impressed, she'd seen it before
Though my rusty old cannon was standing full bore.

I picked up my hat
My pants and my gun, now lets run
There's more to enjoy
Now lets go, ahoy.

Well we drunk, and we danced
With my good eye I glanced
A hotter wench
With my hook at full mast
Such beauty, what a booty
I whipped out my flask
to have a drink
With my hook at full mast.

Hold on a second
Somebody's stolen my hat
I'm gonna kill everyone in this fucking pub
Starting with you.