Shiver My Timbers

Lyrics
Shiver my timbers. Shiver my souls. Yo-ho, Heave-ho... There are men whose hearts are as black as coals. Yo-ho, Heave-ho...

And they sailed their ship across the ocean blue: s blood-thirsty captain and a cutthroat crew.

It's as dark a tale as was ever of a lust for treasure and a love of gold.

Shiver my timbers. Shiver my sides. Yo-ho, Heave-ho... There are hungers as strong as the winds and tides. Yo-ho, Heave-ho... Two be dead And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum.

The devil himself would have to call them scum.

Every man of war would have killed his mate for a bag of guineas or a piece of eight. (A piece of eight, a piece of eight...)

Five, six, seven, eight!

Hula wok-a, hula wok-a, something is not right. Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight! Hula wok-a, hula wok-a, sailor men beware!

When the money is the ground, there's murder in the air.

Murder in the air!

One more time now!

Shiver my timbers. Shiver my bones. Yo-ho, Heave-ho... There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones. Yo-ho, Heave-ho...

When a man sails set and the anchors weigh, there's no turning back from any course that's laid.

And when greed and villainy sail the sea, you can bet your boots there'll be treachery. (Treachery)

Shiver my timbers. Shiver my sails. Dead men tell no tales.