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Papa, did you quit your job Punch the man who said those things Did you sell the car and buy a truck and start the scrapping enterprise Papa, is that your plan Papa, what a plan Papa, is that your plan Papa, what a plan We'll be pirates The cool night air will fill our lungs And songs, we'll sing eachother I am small, but you will come To trust me like a brother We'll be pirates We'll be pirates We'll be pirates We'll be pirates We'll be pirates We'll be pirates We'll be pirates We'll be From Letras Mania