(by Igor Koyfman)
True pirates don't expect to grow old
They never feel the need to save their gold
First thing they do coming ashore
Is find some good wenches and grog
The party lasts until they spend all the loot
They drink, make love and brawl - life is good
Nobody else can figure out their lot
They only need some good wenches and grog
When money's gone they go back to the ships
Their fate will welcome them on high seas
They risk it all and keep crisscrossing the world
For nothing more than good wenches and grog
* It was supposed to be a song about a parrot, but this is how it came out...
Our latest album has a real parrot playing Captain Flint. The parrot, of course.