作曲 : Justin Hawkins/Dan Hawkins/Frankie Poullain/Rufus Taylor
Of the sight of me, the Spaniards must be seasick to the molar
Plunder treasure galleons, off the shores of Hispaniola
Every ship that caught my eye, I went ahead and stole her
L'Ollonnais, Chevalier
Everybody fears
Roasted men like manatee, washed it down with tears
I am the cruelest of all buccaneers
Pre-Chorus
Lily-livered land lubbers, I put them to the cutlass
The greatest seafarers of lore
Wish they'd stayed ashore
And studied the atlas Atlas
Chorus
We are the buccaneers of Hispaniola
Buccaneers of Hispaniola
Verse 2
Tighten up that woolding rope, till 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'll fit in... your widow's locket
Pre-Chorus
I took on the bravest of the brave and gutted them gutless
A one-man relentless pursuit of booty and loot
Put the Caribbean on the atlas
Chorus
We are the buccaneers of Hispaniola
Buccaneers of Hispaniola
Solo
Outro
Bucc, bucc, bucc-bucc, bucc-bucc- buccaneers
Bucc, bucc, bucc-bucc, bucc-bucc- buccaneers
Bucc, bucc, bucc-bucc, bucc-bucc- buccaneers
Bucc, bucc, bucc-bucc, bucc-bucc-buccaneers
