Ever since the days of skulls and crossbones

I've been known as Kaptain Kidd

Every mama and papa keeps his kids home

All because of the things I did

Patch on m' eye, boots to my thigh

A pirate am I

Now most of m' boys still wear their red bandanas

Though we were thinkin' of switchin' to green berets

We're fightin' men and pure Americana

A product of the working class malaise

Patch on m' eye, boots to my thigh

A pirate am I

The C.I.A. and all the black marias

They're supposed to be so bad and rough and stiff

Yeah, but they're all run by corporate privateers

And they all think that piracy's a myth

But my swabbies make the plumbers look like schoolboys

And we'd pulverize them eggheads down at Rand

A bone beneath your boot makes such a cool noise

I'm hopin' all you poofies understand

Patch on m' eye, boots to my thigh

A pirate am I

Yeah, they call me the Kaptain

The Kaptain, the Kaptain, Kaptain

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