Crayons for Cannons

Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

My crew and I have so much fun


Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

We don’t sleep ‘till we see the sun

We pillage n’ steal wherever we can

Without respect for any man


Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

My crew and I have so much fun


Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

Everyone thinks we’re all so dumb

Because of everything we could be

We chose a life of piracy


Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

My crew and I have so much fun


Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

We raise hell like you’d d raise a son

Anarchy is nothing but a brother

And none of us listen to our mothers


Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

My crew and I have so much fun


Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

Can you guess where it is we’re from?

Because the answer may just be surprising

Considering we’ve never even seen an island

Nor have we ever captained a ship

Or even been out to sea

So yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

Who is it that we could be?


We’re the pirates of a modern age

Streets and cars have become our stage

And even if you think we’ll leave you alone

You know we can’t because we’re in your home!


We’re in your beds, we’re under your roofs

Don’t believe me? I’ll show you proof!

Just take a peak in your son’s room

And you’ll see what he’s turn into


Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

Where has little Billy gone?

He’s changed right before your very eyes

He’s taken on a completely different guise


An unruly beard, dirtied knees

Rude when compared to who he used to be

From little Billy to Billy the Kidd

Can you see what puberty did?


The realest pirates I’ve ever seen

Are nothing but the youthful teens!

It seems that once they turn thirteen

They follow the laws of piracy!


So yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

All we want is to have fun

To enjoy our youth and be reckless

We’re nothing more than bigger kids


At one point this will have to end

But we’ll wreak havoc with our friends

Until the time when we must cease

And turn our swords in for degrees


So yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum

But only until we’re twenty-one

Only until our youth is done

And we can give the swords to our sons

So that him and his crew may have so much fun

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