Huzzah!

Verse 1

What

What ho

Uncork the gin

Straight from the copper bin

Scoundrels on the starboard side

Looking for a place to hide

Those wretched tax collectors

The naval fun defectors

Have come to take my treasure

My leisure

My measure

They wear such silly hats

Like damp and dusty river rats

I find their lack of flair

Hard to bear

Or even share

Chorus

Put a smoochy on my bottom

Yeah you really ought to

Put a smoochy on my bottom

Like a good lad should

Take your papers

Take your pens

Run back to your tiny dens

Put a smoochy on my bottom

It would do you some good

Post-Chorus

Huzzah

Huzzah

Huzzah

Wiggle and a giggle

Huzzah

Verse 2

Stiff

Stiff shirts

Stiff minds

Searching for the gold he finds

My crew is dressed in velvet lace

Every single rugged face

Is washed and smelling sweet

A treat

From head to feet

We sail for liberty

We sail for tea

We sail for free

While you just fill out forms

In storms

In swarms

You lack the proper spirit

I can hear it

Don't come near it

You're beige and rather boring

Snoring

While we are soaring

Chorus

Put a smoochy on my bottom

Yeah you really ought to

Put a smoochy on my bottom

Like a good lad should

Take your papers

Take your pens

Run back to your tiny dens

Put a smoochy on my bottom

It would do you some good

Post-Chorus

Huzzah

Huzzah

Huzzah

Wiggle and a giggle

Huzzah

Bridge

Pull the lever

Turn the crank

Walk the plank

You bureaucratic buffoons

You leaden-footed loons

You paper-pushing pests

Put our patience to the tests

The steam is rising high

In the sky

Going by

Freedom is a fancy suit

And a pocket full of loot

Verse 3

Run

Run home

Run away

Before I ruin your whole day

My monkey has more wit

Than your whole kit

Every bit

You claim to represent the law

With a heavy iron claw

But you're just jealous of the air

The flair

The hair

I'm a gentleman of leisure

At your pressure

Not your pleasure

So pack your bags and go

Cheerio

Don't be slow

Chorus

Put a smoochy on my bottom

Yeah you really ought to

Put a smoochy on my bottom

Like a good lad should

Take your papers

Take your pens

Run back to your tiny dens

Put a smoochy on my bottom

It would do you some good

Outro

Good day to you sir

I said good day

Stop looking at my boots

They're far too nice for you

Toodles