Yarrr harr fiddle-dee-dee, today be ye international Talk Like A Pirate Day!
The most celebrated holiday of Digibutter.nerr.
Sendin’ me best wishes ter Cap’n Francis and smashin’ a champagne bottle fer good luck on this new era of Digibutter!
update: “Tearrrs of the Kin’dom” is my new favourite pirate terminology
Yes, today is indeed Talk Like A Pirate Day so time to grab all your friends and join in the celebration
Somebody once told me
The world be gonna roll me
I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed
She wer lookin’ kind of dumb
With her fin’er and her thumb
In the shape of an “L” on her forehead
Well, the years start comin’
And they don’t avast comin’
Fed ter the rules and I hit the ground runnin’
Didn’t make sense not ter live fer fun
yer brain gets smart, but yer head gets dumb
So much ter do, so much ter see
So what’s wrong with takin’ the back streets?
You’ll never know if ye don’t go
You’ll never shine if ye don’t glow
Hey now, you’re an all starrr
Get yer game on, go play
Hey now, you’re a rock starrr
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters be doubloons
Only shootin’ stars break the mold
It’s a cool place and they say it gets colder
You’re bundled up now, wait ‘til ye get older
But the meteor men beg ter differ
Judgin’ by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate be gettin’ pretty thin
The water’s gettin’ warm so ye might as well swim
me world’s on fire, how about yers?
That’s the way I like it and I never get bored
Hey now, you’re an all starrr
Get yer game on, go play
Hey now, you’re a rock starrr
Get the show on, get paid
All that glitters be doubloons
Only shootin’ stars break the mold
(Go fer the moon, go, go)
(Go fer the moon, go, go)
(Go fer the moon)
(Go, go, go fer the moon)
Hey now, you’re an all starrr
Get yer game on, go play
Hey now, you’re a rock starrr
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters be doubloons
Only shootin’ stars
Somebody once asked
“Could I spare some change fer gas?
I need ter get meself away from this place”
I said, “Yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel meself”
And we could all use a little change
Well, the years start comin’
And they don’t avast comin’
Fed ter the rules and I hit the ground runnin’
Didn’t make sense not ter live fer fun
yer brain gets smart, but yer head gets dumb
So much ter do, so much ter see
So what’s wrong with takin’ the back streets?
You’ll never know if ye don’t go (go!)
You’ll never shine if ye don’t glow
Hey now, you’re an all starrr
Get yer game on, go play
Hey now, you’re a rock starrr
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters be doubloons
Only shootin’ stars break the mold
And all that glitters be doubloons
Only shootin’ stars break the mold
I came back just for this - harr yarrmiel
Samarr’ Guy says, Mustard of Doom awaits any non-seaworthy buccaneer! Soon you will know he has the guarding of 67 doubloons!