Ol ye! ol ye! hear hear, some ladies are claiming my island and first butted in Sir Walt and now a Kilt tranvestite named Captain Fee, enough is enough and my beloved Guillotine are now going to work!!!

Mon Dieu! Quelque mèlange, pirates et Madames
I don’t know if I should be crying or laughing
Even the English that we kicked from New Orleans
Are coming with a pitiful noise he goes on making
A terrible of al mistakes, because he knows that father
Said that our family always follow the Elder’s whims
As he had teach us by using the buckle of his belt
And reason came after we couldn’t sit for a week.

Capitaine La Belle Rouge is in my quarters happy,
Her bravado was the rum talking, it wasn’t she,
And her crew is making my crew so felicitous
That war is a four-letter word in our bad dreams;
We want to do what is was done in the Flood Ark
That was full of every kind by brother Pee Wee,
The maidens will fill that island of mine in no time
And we will be waiting for Andy and Jersey Devil.

A lot of warring Ed-she’s are coming out like rodents
Abandoning, once a forty-eight guns, sinking ship,
Like that limey that want to call his pitiful armada
riding on Invincible, Britannia rules no more the seas,
if we see your lily white behind anywhere around
fifty lashes will put some lively color about it,
and we will send you back to withered ole Albion
without tobacco, but with plenty shame and no tea.

Dear brother Ed from that stinking place, your home,
Rufuz ain’t no wolf, just a good friend for companionship
So, don’t go menacing your other brothers with the mutt
We know that very long ago he lost all of its teeth,
But be aware that in that Ark coming from Chicago
Our crazy brother as a couple like crazy as Pee Wee
Which munching on the most precious family jewels
After forty days of fasting, to do us will not twice think.

Of Walt I have heard nothing, on his way to Madagascar,
Where I hope a hungry tribe of cannibals will wait for him
Nobody send his picture to my beloved Belle Rouge
Mom petit Capitaine, And expect to go away with it,
For the rest of your lot, ain’t no women in that island yet,
That I know because I already have thousand Musketeers
Ready to welcome Capitaine La Belle Rouge and her crew
And yours truly, mad and horny as a swordsman can be.