Can't funk with the feel or with the other three
This mother lode coming at you all three D's
We got big news, the party boat is here
The band is kicking, and I see lots of beers

And I believe there is gambling
On the deck just below from here
We got Gredo, Solo to the rear
They know the deal, sacks packed and stacked with

Pieces of eight, a sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a bounty hunter in the eye, damn!

Now, where were we?
I think aces high, sleeves are rolled
Tremendous diamonds and a mouth of gold

I've spent many years a rambling
I'll never change these foolish ways
'Cause fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Best keep living like a castaway
With my sack packed

Pieces of eight, a sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a Bond man in the eye, damn!

Writer : FALLON/SULT/MAINES/GASTER
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC