Buccaneers of Hispaniola Live

Sire me in Spanish, my pieces into the mould Plunder trains and galleons off the shores of Hispaniola ships I'm told by all weighing in the Stolen Gold Blood that makes the value, Everybody fools Restored in my mind's eye and once Could count the tools I am the cruelest tool All Leading On blindfolded, I put them to the codes Where next tomorrow's removed, Rest assured sure We Started the outage Are The buccaneers of Despair, yeah Buccaneers of despair, yeah Lighting up that wooden raft till I go straight To sucking Anywhere stop down and check whatever Comes out your pocket Smells so nice and clean, So not me, oh, but it's lucky They take All the babies to fill crew the gods in Their codes But one They'll end with white birds in their noose But That's how they got all their love We Are The buccaneers of Despair, yeah Buccaneers of despair, Yeah, Woo! Ba, ba-ba, Ba-ba-buccaneers Ba-ba-buccaneers Ba, ba, Ba-ba, ba-ba-buccaneers Thank you so much. Thank you so much. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Dancing On Friday night Let the music smother me, Whole weekend recovery Dancing Friday night Actually, while I'm thinking about it, one of my Friends, Andy Taylor, came, um, To see us play in Wembley in 2003, 4. And, uh, I did a guitar solo on The Back of a Tiger. Do you remember that? That tour? Um, and he waved at me and, Um, and I didn't wave back 'cause I was In the middle of something. So Andy, where, where Are you? I wish to make amends. Yeah. Where? Andy. Yes. This is for 2004. Everyone wave at Andy. He's over near the toilet exit