Surf-N-Turf (For Piratical Girth) - Swashbuckle

You stuff your face

Hoping never to be lean

For fear of what shall be

Untipping scales, low fat cuisine

You cook up the dough

But the calories don’t bestow

The girth that might be right

To enjoy the spoils of your sailor sights

Why can’t we grab some grub?!

Some grub to clog our veins!

Nourishment — deep inside of you!

We know that gluttony’s not wrong!

So fill your plates and bowls!

And sup a hearty stew

Down the gullet to your bulbous arse

A pirate’s body looks good on you!

Never, ever believe

All your meals were wasted

'Cause you’ll never know

How good a pirate’s life has tasted

So many people have drawn veils over their eyes

Afraid.

Afraid of what they might see

As did those who kept hidden inside

Afraid.

Afraid of what they might be

Surf-n-Turf!

For Piratical Girth!