Chords for Talk Like a Pirate Day Song

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[C] _ [D] _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] _ [Em] _ _
_ Most days are like all of the others.
[C] Go to work, [D] come back home, [G] watch TV.
[C] But brother, if [Em] I had me druthers,
[Am] I'd chuck it and head [B] out to sea.
_ [Em] For I dream of the skull and the crossbones.
[C] I [D] dream of the [G] great day to come,
[C] When I dump the [Em] mundane for the old Spanish mane,
[Am] And trade me [B] computer for rum.
[Em] Arr to me, yo-ho, yo-ho,
It's [C] tough like a [G] pirate day.
[C] When laptops are [Em] benches God gave us for [Am] wenches,
And a sail ain't a [B] low price to pay.
[C] When timbers are [G] shivered and lilies are [Am] livered,
And every last [B] buckle is swashed,
[C] We'll abandon our [G] cars for a ship full of [B] ours,
And pound back the grog [Em] till we're [G] sloshed, yo [C]-ho.
[B] Hey, [Em] anybody seen me keys?
Just off the coast of Florida, [D] matey, [Em] arr.
_ _ Don't pick up your phone and say hello,
[C] Our [D] ten o'clock [G] meeting's delayed.
[C] You scrunch up your [Em] face and you bellow,
[Am] Avast, you've been [B] bleeding belayed.
[Em] You can't keep this fun to yourself, I bet.
[C] So sing, [D] I, R, [G] A, every man.
[C] We ain't got much [Em] grasp of the alphabet,
[Am] But a damn good [B] retirement plan.
_ [Em] Yo-ho, yo [E]-ho,
It's [Dm] tough like a [G] pirate day.
[C] Whatever's in [Em] fashion is in for a [Am] thrashing,
And being polite [B] is per se.
[C] When it's every man's [G] duty to grab his broad [Am] beauty,
And let out a [B] hearty yo-ho.
[C] And if this [G] offends you, hold your breath,
As we send [B] you to Davy Jones' [E] locker, yo [G]-ho.
[C] [B] Hey, where [Em] is Davy Jones' locker anyway?
Right near Monkey [D] Island, matey.
[Em] _ _ We'll [C] tell every [G] banker he'd to unweigh [D] anchor,
By latte with [Em] pieces of eight.
[C] We'll fight to be [G] chosen as cap'n or [Am] bosun,
The loser, of course, [B] his worst mate.
[C] When we hoist Jolly [G] Roger, the landlubber's [C] daughter,
We fill him with [Em] loathing and fear.
[C] We'll plunder and [G] pillage each city and [Am] village,
Or at least clean out [B] Walmart of beer.
[Em] Ahoy, mateys, and welcome to Iron [C] Chef Pirate.
[D] Let's see [G] the secret ingredient.
[C] It's [Em] barnacles!
Oh, there'll be some cutting [Am]-edge cuisine.
[B] Hold still, Potter.
I need this for me [C] salad.
Alas, there, me bucko, you [G] need carrot shavings.
Oh, [Am] carrot, carrot.
Ha-ha.
[B] But, cap'n, I be on Adkins.
[C] Oh, oh, aye, ha, aye, [G] ha, he-he-he.
[B] Moron.
And you, [Em] what are you doing [G] with that salmon?
[C] I'm grinning it on [B] a hunk of cedar.
[Em] What do you think?
You can't do that in a Japanese stir [D]-fry, you bilge rat.
[Em] Oh, you never heard of walking the plank?
[C] There ain't no [G] computing or morning [D] commuting,
No parking lot full [Em] signs for me.
[C] No lawns to be [G] mowing or bills to be [Am] owing,
I'm knowing the [B] pull of the sea.
[C] The fresh salty [G] brace of the wind on my [D] face,
Through hurricanes, [Em] sunshine, or squalls,
[C] I'm keeping my [G] eyes on the distant [Am] horizon,
Verizon can [B] hold all my calls.
[Em] To wear a red coat full of buckles,
[C] To [D] earn a few [G] dueling scars,
[C] Well, at least we can get [Em] a few chuttles,
[Am] By filling the [B] office with ours.
[Em] And maybe we'll never get closer,
[C] Than [D] watching them [G] on the big screen.
[C] So here's to old [Em] Errol, and deaf as Jack [Am] Sparrow,
And every damn [B] one in between.
[Em] To me, yo-ho, yo [C]-ho,
It's [D] tough like a [G] pirate day,
[C] That time in [Em] September when sea dogs [Am] remember,
That grown-ups still [B] know how to play.
[C] When wenches are [G] curvy and dogs are all [Am] scurvy,
And a software patch [B] covers your eye.
[C] To hell with our jobs, for one [G] day we're all [B] swabs,
And buccaneers [Em] all till we die.
[C] So hoist up the [G] main cells and shut down your [Am] brain cells,
They only would [B] get in the way.
[C] Avast there, me [Em] hearty, we're having a [B] party,
It's tough like a pirate [Em] day. _ _ _ _
Yo-ho!
_ Alright me [C] buckos, we've got a new [D] retirement [G] plan.
Uh, what's it called, Captain?
A [C] 401-R.
[Em] Nice office, matey.
Who [Am] designed it?
An architect.
[B] I've gotta stop at the store on me way [Em] home.
Where are you going, Target?
No, Marshall Fields.
[C] Incoming message, [D] Captain.
[G] Alpha, Romeo, [C] Romeo, Romeo.
[Em] Whose side are they on?
Our [Am] side, of course.
Now you're [B] pushing it.
Oh, so I've gone too [Em] far.
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