When I Kill Peter Pan

How can I be happy, while Peter Pan is free
Smee
How can I be happy when that crocodile contains a part of me
Smee
Perhaps I should forgive and forget Smee
Would that make you a happy little man
Perhaps we should return to the high sea
Not until
I can kill
Peter Pan.

Who thinks I am foolish, not sailing forth again
men
Who thinks I am foolish and who thinks I am more chicken then a hen
men
Don't say the cat got your tounges men
Tell me what you think you know you can
Am I to assume we are content then
Not until
I can kill
Peter Pan.

How I'd love to make a handbag of that crocodile
How I'd love to slit the gizzard of that boy
And grind his wretched fairy into fairy dust
That is something I would thoroughly enjoy
Until I have wrecked vengeance we will stay
I trust that no-one wants it any other way.

Did I hear a snicker, from someone in my crew
You
Some thinks they're bigger than the captain and its time the captain knew
Who
It's Pan
He's here
It's him Smee
Now it's time to concoct a little plan
To guarantee he can not escape me
Blood will spill
When I kill
Peter Pan.