Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home watch TV.
But brother if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it, and head out to sea.

For I dream of the skull and the crossbones, I dream of the great day to come
When I dump the Mundane for the old Spanish Main and trade me computer for Rum, Arr!

Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day!
When laptops are benches
God gave us for wenches
And a Sale ain't a low price to pay!

When Timbers are shivered,
and lilies are livered
and every last buckle is swashed!
We'll abandon our cars
for a ship full of 'Arrs!'
and pound back the grog till we're sloshed, Yo-Ho!

Don't pick up your phone and say 'Hello, our Ten'o clock meeting's delayed'
You scrunch up your face and you bellow 'Avast you've bleeding belayed!'
Ya can't keep this fun to your self I bet, so sing!
Aye, Arr, 'ey, Every man!
We ain't got much grasp on the Alphabet, but a damn good retirement plan.

Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day!
What ever's in fashion is in for a thrash'n, and be'n polite is passe.
When it's every man's duty to grab his proud beauty and let out a hearty 'YO-HO!'
And if this offends you, hold your breath as we send you, to Davy Jone's locker ya go...yo-ho!

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Three hundred and four days till the next Talk Like a Pirate Day, and the Portland Pirate Festival....