Madagascar Lyrics - U.s. Bombs

Two hundred loathsome cutthroats 

Armed to the teeth 

Hurling there grenades 

As they get closer to the beach 

We had cutlasses and blunderbusses 

Off to get an island with the only money tree 

Take it from the rich, bless the pirates 

Jump the ship and torture them, the rich 

A twenty-one gun salute and three loud cheers 

Pirate rowed ashore for their fair bloody share 

Town crowd shouted out, "Viva le roi" 

Twenty more cannons, thirty-four muskets 

Headed out for treasure in the bourbon islands 

Plunder take was gold, diamonds, silks and porcelains 

Madagascar, we're comin for your barrels of rum 

A wooden leg, I stand on by ye gallows we hung