The Cat Song Lyrics - Ray Stevens Box Set - Ray Stevens

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest 

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum 

"Avast there mates, ye're sailin' 

With Long John Black Beard 

Peg-Leg, Patch-Eye Hook 

Scourge of the bounding main 

Bloodthirstiest, black-heartiest" 

"Pirate captain ever sailed the seven seas ha, ha, ha 

What say ye, we hoist the Jolly Roger 

Heel over the yonder Spanish galleon 

Lay a few broadsides agin' her timers" 

"Swing over on these here lanyards 

With our cutlasses in our teeth 

Cut 'em to ribbons and split the booty 

What say ye to that, me hearties? 

Heh, ha, ha, ha, ha" 

"I don't like it" 

"You don't like it?" 

"I don't like it and I don't wanna do it 

It's tacky, tacky, tacky and don't look at me that way" 

"Well, if you don't like it, what do you want?" 

I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance 

I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance 

Wear me silver buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants 

I want to sing and dance 

"You want to sing and dance, heh 

You don't like plundering, aye? 

Well, shiver me timbers 'ow 'bout treasuring, huh? 

Rubies, emeralds and pearls 

Gold doubloons and British sovereigns 

"Silver chalices encrusted with diamonds and jewels 

Necklaces and bracelets of every shape and size 

Fit for the crown heads of Europe, aye?" 

"And all buried in a pirate's chest 

And I just happen to know where 

How about that me bloodthirsty 

Buckos, heh? Ha, ha, ha" 

"I don't like it" 

"You don't like it?" 

"I don't like it and I don't want it" 

"He don't want it" 

"And I won't do it, I'm an artiste" 

"An artiste, well, Mister Artiste, what do you want?" 

I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance 

I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance 

Wear me silver buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants 

I want to sing and dance 

"Now, listen hear, this ain't no floating Gilbert and Sullivan show 

You know for some little flittin' tinkerbell 

This here be a black hearted pirate ship 

And I would have you keel hauled if you weren't me 

Own flesh and blood you little twit! 

So you don't like plunderin' aye?" 

"I don't like it" 

"And you don't want no treasurin' ah?" 

"I don't want it" 

"And you probably don't want no groggin' and revelin' 

And wrenchin' and rummin' either I suppose?" 

"Well, deep down you want to know the truth? 

It's not me, I don't want it" 

"Well, what do you want 

As if I didn't already bleein' know?" 

"I want to sing and dance and" 

"I know, I know and wear your tight little shiny pants 

Huh, okay, we'll all sing and dance 

I said, we'll all sing and dance 

Or you'll walk the plank, one two free" 

I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance 

I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance 

Wear me silver buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants 

I want to sing and dance 

("You hear the Captain and twit's voice say") 

"I like it, I like it" 

"I kinda like it me own self" 

"Thought you would" 

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest 

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum 

"I don't like rum" 

"You don't like rum?" 

"Well, no, actually, well, I might like a little Perrier" 

"A little Perrier?" 

"With a lime in it" 

"A lime in it? He wants a lime in it" 

"Well, do you have any Escargot?" 

"Escar, what?" 

"What's the soup today?" 

"Soup?" 

"Might have a bit of a salad too" 

"Well, how about a bleeding finger bowl?" 

"Maybe a croissant, is that right? 

Those French make everything so hard 

Why didn't they just call it a bun?"