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2 minutes
September 19, 2009
![](/u/2009/09/19/pirate.jpg) Today be the official [Talk Like A Pirate Day](http://www.talklikeapirate.com/about.html ) matey, so you'd better hoist the jolly roger and batten down the hatches or the'll be a mutiny fer sure. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCdNRPmCv9s **Dedicated ta Cap'n Slappy an' Ol' Chumbucket, fer creatin' National Talk Like A Pirate Day (September 19th)** Most days are like all of the others, Go to work, come back home, watch TV, But, brother, if I had me druthers, I'd chuck it and head out to sea, For I dream of the skull and the crossbones, I dream of the great day to come, When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main And trade my computer for rum! ARRR! T' me, Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! When laptops are benches God gave us for wenches, And a sail ain't a low price to pay! When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered And every last buckle is swashed, We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs And pound back the grog till we're sloshed. Yo ho .... - Anyone see my keys? - Just off the coast o' Florida, matey! ARRR! Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello, Your ten-o-clock meeting's delayed", Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow, "AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!" Ye can't keep this fun to yourself, I bet, So sing "Aye", "ARRR", and "Ayy", every man! We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet, But a damn good retirement plan! (raucous laughter) T' me, Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin' And bein' polite is passe! When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty And let out a hearty YO HO! And if this offends you, hold your breath as we sends you Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go! - Where IS Davy Jones' Locker, anyway? - Right near Monkee Island! Arr, aye, arr.... We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!" Buy latte with pieces of eight We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun The loser, o' course, is worst mate! When we hoist Jolly Roger the landlubbers dodge 'er, We fill 'em with loathing and fear, We'll plunder and pillage each city and village, Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer! - Ahoy, mateys! And Welcome ta "Iron Chef Pirate!" Let's see the secret ingredient! _ Words and Music Copyright 2003-2006 by Tom Smith_