Of the sight of me the Spaniards must be seasick to the molar
I plunder treasure galleons off the shores of Hispaniola
And if a ship done caught my eye, I went ahead and stole 'er
L'Ollonnais, Chevalier; everybody fears
They roasted men like manatee and washed them down with tears
But I am the cruellest of all Buccaneers
Lily livered land lubbers, I put them to the cutlass
The greatest seafarers of lore
Wished they'd stayed ashore
And studied the atlas
We are the Buccaneers of Hispaniola
Buccaneers of Hispaniola
Tighten up that woolding rope 'til your eye pops out of its socket
Hang you upside down and take whatever comes out of your pocket
Slice you nice and thin so you fit in your widow's locket
I took on the bravest of the brave and gutted them gutless
My one man relentless pursuit
Of booty and loot
Put the Caribbean on the atlas
We are the Buccaneers of Hispaniola
Buccaneers of Hispaniola
Ba ba ba ba ba ba Buccaneers
Ba ba ba ba ba ba Buccaneers
Ba ba ba ba ba ba Buccaneers
Ba ba ba ba ba ba Buccaneers
