Passed out on a massive brig Woke up to a whispering kid He's got a map and he knows where he ain't With a rusty old compass kinda charming and quaint And so we threw a mutiny steered Straight towards the sun And we stole the cursed treasure It was risky but fun It's a decade later and for years we've been lost Cursed treasure at a terrible cost And the whole ship sank, water murky and cold And my friend swam home But I was tired and old And so I Let go, water filling my lungs Until I heard a funny voice Like someone speaking in tongues and then I Woke up water logged to the bone A skeleton with no place to call home except the Ocean floor, not such a bad place to live And now I spend my days all searching for the skeleton kid! Oh! All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold Dead men do tell tales But they're all tired and old All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold Dead men do tell tales But they're all tired and old All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold And dead men do tell tales But they're all tired and old All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold Dead men do tell tales But they're all tired and old All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold Dead men do tell tales But they're all tired and old All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold All that glitters is gold!