(Jimmy Buffett, Matt Benton)

Open season on the open seas and

Captain says no prisoners please

Skull and crossbones on a background of black

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back



We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back

Very simple plan of attack

It's our job and a labor of love

Take it home to the up above

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back

Very simple statement of fact

Call it pillage or call it plunder

We're takin' it back from them boys down under



Hit us hard, took our treasure

That was the worst thing they could do

It will be our great pleasure

To take it back from that captain kangaroo



Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds

It's a pirates fight we choose

No we don't want a bucket of blood

Just a cup is all we could use

Just a cup



The sails are up and the bets are down

Let's lighten up this harbor town

By hook or crook or new design

We're streakin' for that finish line



We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back

Very simple plan of attack

It's our job and a labor of love

Take it home to the up above

We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back

Very simple statement of fact

Call it pillage or call it plunder

We're takin' it back from them boys down under



We ask ourselves when we get in a fix

What would popeye do in a tight spot like this

He'd race for his true love and easily win it

In an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it



Lift us up, take us high

Time to let our spirits fly

Lift us up, take us high

Let us sail until we die



Lift us up, take us high

Let us float above the foam

Let our sails fill t