Yo ho, heave-ho.

There are men whose hearts are as black as coal,

Yo ho, heave-ho.

 

And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue,

A bloodthirsty captain and a cutthroat crew.

It's as dark a tale as was ever told

Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold.

 

Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides,

Yo ho, heave-ho.

There are hungers as strong as the wind and tide,

Yo ho, heave-ho.

 

And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum,

The devil himself would have to call them scum.

Every man aboard would have killed his weight,

For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight (a piece of eight, a piece of eight).

Five, six, seven, eight -

 

Boola-wokka, boola-wokka, somethin' not right.

Maybe wicked icky things gonna happen tonight.

Boola-wokka, boola-wokka, sailor man beware,

With de money in de ground, there's murder in de air (murder in the air).

One more time now -

 

Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones,

Yo ho, heave-ho.

There are secrets as secret old Davy Jones,

Yo ho, heave-ho.

 

When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed,

There's no turning back from any course that's laid.

And when greed and tyranny (and tyranny) sail the seas,

You can bet your boots there'll be treachery (har har har har!).

 

Aaaaeeaeaeaeaeoeouauooow.

Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails,

Dead men tell no tales! (Gunshot)