Blame the Brits

Our ship was sunk, we lost our cat
With all our coin, the Captain's hat
So now we are a stranded bunch of
Cast away privateers
But we won't sob, no we get by
Like we always do
So join our godforsaken crew and raise
Your own glass too

We left the warmth at Cooper's Inn
We miss our cherry beer and gin
Come join us in our drinking game
And ask us up for a dance
Cause no one knows the art of drinking
Like our banished crew
And with our bellies filled with rum we'll
Gladly dance with you

And we blame the Brits
For our misfortunes
Like we always do
While the other crews
Are out there roaming
We are stuck with you

We came to Nassau far too late
Spanish silver not our fate
So now we better find ourselves
A way to get off this rock
But it be hard to find a sloop
In this stinking inn
So we will curse but stay right here
To drink and laugh and sin

I lost my head, I lost my crew
I found myself, In a pit of goo
A muddy hole with no way up
What the hell should I do?
The only company I've got
Is a little frog
But licking it is nearly as
Good as drinking grog

And we blame the Brits
For our misfortunes
Like we always do
While the other crews
Are out there roaming
We are stuck with you