Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it and head out to sea,

For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main
And trade me computer for rum! ARRR!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's 'Talk Like A Pirate' Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us fer wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price ta pay!
When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed! Yo ho....

Don't pick up yer phone and say 'Hello,
Our ten-o-clock meeting's delayed',
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
'AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!'

Ye can't keep this fun to yerself, I bet,
So sing 'Aye!' 'ARRR!' 'Ayy!' every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's 'Talk Like A Pirate' Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'r.