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A Chat With Your MomBy Lou and Peter Berryman

Oh, the pirates in their fetid galleons, daggers in their skivvies

With infected tattoed fingers on a blunderbuss or two

Signs of scurvy in their eyes and only mermaids on their minds

It’s from them I would expect to hear the F-word, not from you.

Chorus

We sit down to have a chat, it’s F-word this and F-word that

I can’t control how you young people talk to one another

But I don’t want to hear you use that F-word with your mother.

And the lumberjacks from Kodiak vacationing in Anchorage

Enchanted with their pine tar soap and caribou shampoo

With seven weeks of back pay in their aromatic woolens

It's from them I would expect to hear the F-word, not from you.

Chorus

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There are militant survivalists with Gucci bandoleros

Taking tacky khaki walkie-talkies to the rendevous

Trading all the latest armor-piercing ammo information

It's from them I would expect to hear the F-word, not from you.

Chorus

There are jocks who think that God himself is drooling in the bleachers

In a cold November downpour with a belly full of brew

Whose entire grasp of Heaven has a lot to do with football

It's from them I would expect to hear the F-word, not from you.

Chorus

There's unsavory musicians with their filthy pinko lyrics

Who destroy the social fabric and enjoy it when they do

With their groupies and addictions and their poor heartbroken parents

It's from them I would expect to hear the F-word, not from you.

Chorus

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Being A Pirate by Don Freed

G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses an eye. D G It stings like the blazes, it makes you make faces, you can’t let your mates see you cry. G G7 C A dashing black patch will cover the hatch, and make sure that the socket stays dry. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses an eye.

Chorus: C G Oh, it’s all part of being a pirate (A pirate!)

D G You can’t be a pirate, with all of your parts; C G It’s all part of being a pirate (A pirate!)

D G You can’t be a pirate, with all of your parts;

G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a hand. D G It squirts and it spurts and it jolly well hurts, turn you blue I’ll have you understand. G G7 C The fash’nable look is a nice metal hook, but now you can’t play in the band. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a hand. Chorus G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a leg. D G It hurts like the dickens, your pace never quickens, while hopping around on a peg. G G7 C So all of you prancers and flamenco dancers can bloody well go suck an egg. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a leg. Chorus

G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses an ear. D G It drips down your neck then it falls on the deck; it’s food for the fishies, I fear. G G7 C You can’t wear your glasses or dazzle the lasses, and folks have to shout so you’ll hear. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses an ear. Chorus G D Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a head. D G It falls with a thud, all covered in blood, and your beard is all sticky and red. G G7 C You can’t comb your hair ‘cause your head’s over there, and besides that by now you’d be dead. C G D G Being a pirate is all fun and games, ‘til somebody loses a head. Chorus Tag: (Spoken with one strum of each chord) C G So all be aware -- it hardly seems fair, D G You can’t be a pirate – if you’re all there! (Aaarrrrrgh!) (bass D E F# G)

If I had a Boat – Lyle Lovett IV I If I had a boat IV I I'd go out on the ocean IV I And if I had a pony

I V I'd ride him on my boat IV I And we could all together IV I Go out on the ocean V I Me upon my pony on my boat I IV V C F G G C D D G A

If I had a Boat – Lyle Lovett IV I If I had a boat IV I I'd go out on the ocean IV I And if I had a pony

I V I'd ride him on my boat IV I And we could all together IV I Go out on the ocean V I Me upon my pony on my boat I IV V C F G G C D D G A

Bondi Pier A I was down by Bondi Pier, D Drinkin’ tubes of ice cold beer, A E7 With a bucket full of prawns upon me knee (upon me knee), A When I swallowed the last prawn, D I had a technicolor yawn, A E7 A And I chundered in the old Pacific Sea. CHORUS: D A Drink it up (drink it up), drink it up (drink it up) E7 Crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me (prawns with me), A If you want to throw your voice, D Mate you won't have any choice, A E7 A But to chunder in the old Pacific Sea. A I was sittin in the surf, D When a mate of mine called Murf, A E7 Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me (two with me), A The bastard barely swallowed it, D When he went for the big spit, A E7 A And he chundered in the old Pacific Sea. Chorus A I've had liquid laughs in bars, D And I've hurled from moving cars, A E7 And I've chuckled when and where it suited me (suited me), A But if I could choose the spot, D To regurgitate me lot, A E7 A Then I'd chunder in the old Pacific Sea. Chorus

9/16/15, 8:52 PMA pirate looks at forty - Jimmy Buffett

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A pirate looks at forty (video) (clip) (midi)

G ~ ~ G1. Mother, Mother Ocean, I have heard you call, C G I wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall, Am - Bm Am G you've seen it all, you've seen it all. G2. I watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam, C G and in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, Am - Bm Am G most of them dreams, most of them dreams. G3. Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years too late, C the cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder, G I'm an over forty victim of fate, Am - Bm Am G arriving too late, arriving too late. G4. I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass, C G I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast, Am - Bm Am G never meant to last, never meant to last. G5. I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks,

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C but I've got stop wishin', got to go fishin', G I'm down to rock bottom again, Am - Bm Am G just a few friends, just a few friends. + instrumental = verse 5 G5. I go for younger women, lived with several a while, C and though I ran away, they'll come back one day, G and I still can manage a smile, Am - Bm Am G it just takes a while, just takes a while. G6. Mother, Mother Ocean after all the years I've found C G my occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around, Am - Bm Am G I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown. Am - Bm Am G I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown. + Am - Bm - Am - G (Jimmy Buffett)

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What shall we do with the drunken sailor?  

1.  [Dm] What shall  we do with the drunken sailor 

[C] What shall we do with the drunken sailor 

[Dm] What shall we do with the drunken sailor 

[C] Early in the [Dm] morning 

 

Refrain 

[Dm] Hoo‐ray, and up she rises 

[Dm] Hoo‐ray, and up she rises 

[Dm] Hoo‐ray, and up she rises 

[C] Early in the [Dm] morning 

 

2. Put him in the long boat til he’s sober   …. 

3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over 

4. Take him and shake him and try to wake him 

5. Give him a dose of salt and water 

 

10.  That’s what to do with a drunken sailor … 

The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything (Mike Nawrocki - Veggie Tales) {Refrain} G C We are the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything G D We just stay home and lie around G C And if you ask us to do anything G D (Break) G We'll just tell you, we don't do anything G C G Well, I've never been to Greenland and I've never been to Denver D And I've never buried treasure in St. Louis or St. Paul G C G And I've never been to Moscow and I've never been to Tampa D G And I've never been to Boston in the Fall 'Cause we're... {Refrain} G C G And I never hoist the mainsail and I never swab the poop deck D And I never veer to starboard 'cause I never sail at all G C G And I've never walked the gang plank and I've never owned a parrot D G And I've never been to Boston in the Fall 'Cause we're... {Refrain} G C G Well, I've never plucked a rooster and I'm not too good at ping-pong D And I've never thrown my mashed potatoes up against the wall G C G And I've never kissed a chipmunk and I've never gotten head lice D G And I've never been to Boston in the Fall {Refrain} G C G And I've never licked a spark plug and I've never sniffed a stink bug D And I've never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball G C G And I've never bathed in yogurt and I don't look good in leggings D G And we've never been to Boston in the Fall {Refrain}

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C Am 5. They put me into jail with the judge all a-writin' , F C for robbin' Colonel Farrell on Gilgarra Mountain. Am But they didn't take me fists, so I knocked the jailer down, F C and bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town. G - C Mush-a-ring-um duram da, whack fol the daddy o, Am F C G C whack fol the daddy o, there's whiskey in the jar. C Am 6. I'd like to find me brother, the one that's in the army, F C I don't know where he's stationed, in Cork or in Killarney. Am Together we'd go roamin' o'er the mountains of Kilkenny, F C and I swear he'd treat me fairer than me darlin' sportin' Jenny. + CHORUS C Am 7. There's some takes delight in the carriages and rollin', F C and some takes delight in the hurley or the bollin' . Am But I takes delight in the juice of the barley, F C courtin' pretty maids in the mornin' o...h so early. + CHORUS (capo 1st) (Peter, Paul & Mary)

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Gm D Gm Gm/DHis conscience, of course, was black as a bat, Bb F Gm DBut he had a floppety plume on his hat Cm Bb D7 GmAnd when he went walking it jiggled - like that! Gm D Gm Gm/DThe plume of the Pirate Dowdee.

Gm Bbsus Bb F DHis coat it was handsome and cut with a slash, Gm F Cm GmAnd often as ever he twirled his mustache D Eb F Gm7Deep down in the ocean the mermaids went splash, Gm D Gm Gm/7Because of Don Durk of Dowdee.

Gm D Gm Gm/DMoreover, Dowdee had a purple tattoo, Bb F Gm DAnd struck in his belt where he buckled it through Cm F Bb FWere a dagger, a dirk, and a squizzamaroo, Gm D Gm Gm/DFor fierce was the Pirate Dowdee.

Gm D Gm Gm/DSo feaful he was he would shoot at a puff, Bb F Gm DAnd always at sea when the weather grew rough Cm Bb D7 GmHe drank from a bottle and wrote on his cuff, Gm D Gm Gm/DDid Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.

Pirate Don Durk Of Dowdee

Gm Bbsus B F DOh, he had a cut - lass that swung at his thigh Gm F Cm GmAnd he had a parrot called Pepperkin Pye, D Eb F Gm7And a zigzaggy scar at the end of his eye Gm D Gm Gm/DHad Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee.

Gm D Gm Gm/DHe kept in a cavern, this buccaneer bold, Bb F Gm DA curious chest that was covered with mould, Cm F Bb FAnd all of his pockets were jingly with gold! Gm D Gm Gm/DOh jing! went the gold of Dowdee.

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Pirate Don Durk Of Dowdee

Son of a Son of a Sailor Page 1 of 1

Son of a Son of a Sailor By Jimmy Buffett G As the son of a son of a sailor F C G I went out on the sea for adventure C G Expanding the view of the captain and crew D G Like a man just released from indenture As a dreamer of dreams and a traveling man F C G I have chalked up many a mile C G Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks D G And I learned much from both of their styles Chorus: F C Son of a son, son of a son G Son of a son of a sailor F C Son of a gun, load the last ton G One step ahead of the jailer G Now away in the near future F C G Southeast of disorder C G You can shake the hand of the Mango man D G As he greets you at the border And the lady she hails from Trinidad F C G Island of the spices C G Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet D G And the rum is for all your good vices F C Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind G That our forefathers harnessed before us F C Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings G It's a son of a gun of a chorus

G When it all ends I can't fathom my friends F C G If I knew I might toss out my anchor C G So I'll cruise along always searchin’ for songs D G Not a lawyer a thief or a banker F C But a son of a son, son of a son G Son of a son of a sailor F C Son of a gun, load the last ton G One step ahead of the jailer F C I'm just a son of a son, son of a son G Son of a son of a sailor F C The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains G I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer ENDING: F C C G

Puff the Magic Dragon

verse 1: C Em F C Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea, F C Am D7 G7 And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. C Em F C And little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff, F C Am D7 G7 C G7 And brought him strings and sealing wax, and other fancy stuff C Em F C Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail, F C Am D7 G7 Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail. C Em F C Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came. F C Am D7 G7 C Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.

chorus: G7 C Em F C Oh, Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea, F C Am D7 G7 And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. C Em F C Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea, F C Am D7 G7 C And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.

verse 2:

G7 C Em F C A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys, F C Am D7 G7 Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys. C Em F C One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more, F C Am D7 G7 C G7 And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar. C Em F C His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain. F C Am D7 G7 Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane. C Em F C Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave. F C Am D7 G7 C So Puff that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave.

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