(Scott Free)
Yo its Scott Free you cant stop me
I be stealing all your property like a game of monopoly,
Its got be the Scurvy Crew collecting all the gold
Under the deck up in the hold is where we keep our treasure stowed
That we stole, behold we the brave and the bold
The slaves will be sold or they better do what they told,
I use the waves as the roads to get away with my loads
It's the pirate's life for me until the day that I'm old
I got my pieces of eight increasing in weight
I save up enough on day to buy a decent estate,
Policing my fate with all these doubloons and shilling
When we show up on the shore I let the goons do the killing
Its so fulfilling I'm willing to put my life on the line
I find it a fine time to grind with crime on my mind
Don't run astray, you know its the other way
You better dig where I tell you or you wont live to see another day
We be diggin' for gold
We be diggin' for gold
It's a pastime that never gets old
Diggin' for gold,
Diggin' for gold
We be diggin' for gold
Diggin' for gold
It's a pastime that never gets old
Diggin' for gold,
Diggin' for gold
(Cap D)
Where'd I bury my treasure? I can't remember
Got too many Xs on the map to endeavor
Did I stop in the Bahamas? Guatemala
Or was it Nicaragua?
Caught barracuda off the coast of Cuba
Or was it when we were in Tortuga
This map is cluttered and smothered with directions on the side
So to find what I hide I need a rhyme
To provide me a sign of the tides
X Marks the spot of the underground goal
Take two steps left at Dead Man's Cove
Make due, there's traps when ye get to the shoals
Then nine paces west when ye hit the mangrove
Stop, if you see the sea you've gone too far
Don't drop off the cliffs it be a treacherous par
Hop off the side and you'll be FUBAR
And if you make it with you're life then you'll surely be scarred
A pyramid lays in the land to the north
A myriad head hunters, natives and so forth
To the south you'll see a totem or three
Then look for the X made out a pile of weeds!
We be diggin' for gold
We be diggin' for gold
It's a pastime that never gets old
Diggin' for gold,
Diggin' for gold
We be diggin' for gold
Diggin' for gold
It's a pastime that never gets old
Diggin' for gold,
Diggin' for gold
(X Marks the spot that fills our hold)
(Sea Dawg)
We on the beaches, the hostage beseeches
Me to release him, not until the loot is found
Buried underground, searching all around,
North to South bound, sniffin' like a bloodhound
In the sand for subterranean loot
Our captive sweats in his Mediterranean suit
'Cause if the treasure ain't here then our deal is moot
10, 000 gold doubloons no substitute
Or I'm afraid its him we'll have to execute
Treat his wife like a 2 shilling prostitute
The riches for their lives, its a reasonable trade
I think as I hit metal with the tip of my spade.
We be diggin' for gold
We be diggin' for gold
It's a pastime that never gets old
Diggin' for gold,
Diggin' for gold
We be diggin' for gold
Diggin' for gold
It's a pastime that never gets old
Diggin' for gold,
Diggin' for gold
(X Marks the spot that fills our hold)