Long John Silver Lyrics

Long John Silver ring in his ear he's the hero, make that clear
Does the same thing his father did sailing around the
Caribbean robing king with his talking parrot this time I
Think he's on the high side
Scabs are forming, scraped his knee guards are warning, a
Bad man is free
He's like electric clock that needs no winding keeps the time
Without your hands western feet need no binding take a
Barefoot run through old Japan he's seen a thousand
Countries, they're all the same some men crazy - some men

Sane but all men are ruled by a flag or a game he knows
Nobody's got you if you don't sign your name

Long John Silver serves no king no land holds him--that's
Why he feels like singing every country now and then roars
Like Irish--drunk and singing every monk will now and then call
His men to hear the wenches night bells ringing