[chillitt]

blues' crew of scurvy dogs were smouldering but keen,
to take revenge for this eggy green smoke screen
they slashed at smoke at stabbed at it while sputtering and choking
but your men picked them off one by one - its bad for you, is smoking!

you see the time has come, to strike them at their heart
two brave young deckhands surround blue, and then fart
he falls to the ground his senses are shot, a white cloth he holds in his hand
he's surrendered, the dog, you call up your men 'forward the Ampersand!'

now the badguys are buried, right up to their necks
the treasure stacked up on your decks
all that remains is to deal with your nemesis, and then sail away
and to spend your life telling tall tales of this day

but where has he gone? the captains got free!
and he's swimming out to the boat!
he's welcomed aboard against all the odds by your mutinous band
the treasure,andthe crew of turncoats, sail off on the Ampersand!