If I were a pirate, I don’t know what I would do.

Would I sit and soak in rays, or would I sail the whole big blue?

Perhaps I’d find a pirate lady, and make her my pirate wife.

Perhaps I’d jump into the sea just to save my lucky pirate knife.

If I were a pirate would I try to do things never done?

Would I dig up buried treasure or kiss my pirate mum?

Maybe I’d see a dolphin, or swim among the sharks.

Maybe I’d find mermaid and give her my gold marks.

Perchance the weather happened to be bad. What then does a pirate do?

Would I find a seedy tavern, and drink rum with my pirate crew?

Maybe I’d just sit on the beach and watch the other pirates sail on by.

Then again I could race them, and be the fastest pirate guy.

I could go cannon shopping, or sink another’s ship.

I could find the Flying Dutchman just to get a kick.

I would like to be a pirate captain, but I know that may not be.

Would I talk to my fellow pirates and start a mutiny?

I might sing pirate songs, and dream of treasure on an island.

I might look through a spyglass, and think of raiding the local highland.

Perhaps I’d capture an honest sailor, but let him go to share my pirate tale,

Perhaps I’d walk the plank, because I didn’t rig my fellow pirate’s sail.

Maybe I’d buy eye patch, or get a pirate hook.

Maybe I’d by a peg leg, just to get that pirate look.

Maybe I’d stay up late at night, and have some raucous pirate fun.

Maybe I’d sleep instead, and dream of one day having a pirate son.

If I were a pirate, there’s only one thing I know I’d do.

It comes from a sense of honor and a righteous pirate view.

If I was a pirate I’d never shoot my pirate gun,

unless another pirate tried to drink my pirate rum.