Buccaneer's Love Song Songtext
von The Jolly Rogers

I can scuttle and plunder without breakin′ a sweat
But when I think about you, my palms they get all wet
I can charge right in the battle without ever knowing fear
But I'm just not good with love, so I want to be clear

I admit, when I saw you there, I just passed right by
I puffed up my chest, and hope to grab your eye
(I don′t mean, like, pull out your eyeball and runaway
I mean like, you know, like
Get your attention so you ask me to stay, maybe)

Give me a cutlass, a club or a gun
And I'll have no fear 'gainst most anyone
But leave me alone with the pretty young girl
And my heart starts to pound like the end of the world

So I mustered up the courage, and me mates they gave me tips
And so I said: My dear, I long to taste your lips
(But, you know, not like in a canibalistic way
Like, I′m gonna eat them or anything
But I mean like, just a kiss is what I′m trying to say)


Give me a cutlass, a club or a gun
And I'll have no fear ′gainst most anyone
But leave me alone with the pretty young girl
And my heart starts to pound like the end of the world

I know that this is sudden, but I'm not a patient man
So I plan to ask your father if he′d let me take your hand
(Not mean, like hack it off, and leave you like a bloody stump, I mean
I'm just talking about marriage, now it seems like a, bit of a jump)

Give me a cutlass, a club or a gun
And I′ll have no fear 'gainst most anyone
But leave me alone with the pretty young girl
And my heart starts to pound like the end of the world

Now, I'm going awfully fast, I know, I don′t wanna us to part
I just want the chance to maybe someday touch your heart
(But I mean, like, not like actually, like
Reach into your chest and poke your heart
I mean, I′m just, just saying I love you
Can we just ignore the rest of this stupid crime?)


Give me a cutlass, a club or a gun
And I'll have no fear ′gainst most anyone
But leave me alone with the pretty young girl
(Yeah, get up, come on, just give me a chance)
And my heart starts to pound like the end of the world
(Heeey, where you goin'?)

Give me a cutlass, a club or a gun
(No come on don′t leave me here)
And I'll have no fear against most anyone

(I didn′t mean those
Touchy parts, I mean, I coulda, I did, sorta mean it)
And my heart starts to pound like the end of the world
(I love you, over here, closer to me, not getting further away)
No just, I just, not all these weird gross stuff
Just like the nice, soft, touchy, lovely stuff, I just