A long time ago, I lived in a land Filled up with treasure and yarr Pirates would quest all over the seas Sailing their pirate ships far Now those same seas, are barren and blare Nobody wants to set sail The dream we once had, of questing for steel A piraty heritage fail Under the ocean, deep in the sand Lost til the end of time, there is a memory Waiting to find, histories of our kind Gone are the days, when we sailed foreign lands Chilling hard over the waves, Netflix and yarr I went to a tavern to find me a crew But nary a pirate was there Ni pirating songs, no wenches ahoy I left with a heart of despair Now I'm sailing alone, questing for rum But nothing is ever the same Digging for treasure is no longer fun With no crewmates to share in the fame Where is the eyepatch? Where is the book? Where is the pint of rum? Where are the pirates Questing for steel, firing their heritage guns? Now we are questing, for the last time End of the pirate age, pack up the sails It's time to go home, only ourselves to blame