Shiver Me Timbers Songtext
von Mr. Hurley & Die Pulveraffen
Shiver Me Timbers Songtext
Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
Yo ho, heave ho
There are men whose hearts as black as coal
Yo ho, heave ho
And they sailed their ship ′cross the ocean blue
A bloodthirsty captain and a cutthroat crew.
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold...
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo ho, heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo ho, heave ho
And those buccaneers drowned there sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum!
Every man on board would have killed his mate for a bag of
Guineas or a piece of eight, a piece of eight, a piece of eight
Five, six, seven, eight
Hulla wacka, ulla wacka, something not right
Many wicked, icky things gonna happen tonight
Hulla wacka, moola wacka, sailor man, beware
When de money in de ground, there′s murder in the air,
Murder in the air.
One more time now
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo ho, heave ho
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
Yo ho, heave ho
When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
There′s no turning back from any course that′s laid
And when greed and villainy sail the sea,
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery (Laughter)
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
Dead men tell no tales!
Yo ho, heave ho
There are men whose hearts as black as coal
Yo ho, heave ho
And they sailed their ship ′cross the ocean blue
A bloodthirsty captain and a cutthroat crew.
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold...
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo ho, heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo ho, heave ho
And those buccaneers drowned there sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum!
Every man on board would have killed his mate for a bag of
Guineas or a piece of eight, a piece of eight, a piece of eight
Five, six, seven, eight
Hulla wacka, ulla wacka, something not right
Many wicked, icky things gonna happen tonight
Hulla wacka, moola wacka, sailor man, beware
When de money in de ground, there′s murder in the air,
Murder in the air.
One more time now
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo ho, heave ho
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
Yo ho, heave ho
When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
There′s no turning back from any course that′s laid
And when greed and villainy sail the sea,
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery (Laughter)
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
Dead men tell no tales!
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