30 January 2013

I'm a New York pirate and I walk the seven streets

Sailing by on my skateboard with my converse on my feet

I wear a purple hoodie and a cap to cover my face

I'll always slouch and slur and I'll never do my lace

My jeans are torn and tattered but I don't care a bloody bit

You're gonna get assaulted if you're going round talking shit

I've got a pocket knife and a real strong arm to boot

We raid the local Quik-Stop and then we eat the loot

We ain't got no parents cause we ran away from home

But we don't talk 'bout crap like that because its ages ago

I'm just a New York pirate and I'll pick your pocket clean

I've got a cheeky grin and my eyes a cheeky gleam

I love bein' a pirate - there's no better thing to be

So yo ho ho

Down the streets we go

A pirate's life for me

BobdimmerNew York Pirate • Opuss № I