Ever since the days of skulls and crossbones I've been known as Kaptain Kidd Every mama and papa keeps his kids home All because of the things I did
Patch on m' eye Boots to my thigh A pirate am I
Now most of m' boys still wear their red bandanas Though we were thinkin' of switchin' to green berets We're fightin' men and pure Americana A product of the working class malaise
Patch on m' eye Boots to my thigh A pirate am I
The CIA and all the black marias They're supposed to be so bad and rough and stiff Yeah, but they're all run by corporate privateers And they all think that piracy's a myth
But my swabbies make the plumbers look like schoolboys And we'd pulverize them eggheads down at Rand A bone beneath your boot makes such a cool noise I'm hopin' all you poofies understand
Patch on m' eye Boots to my thigh A pirate am I Yeah, they call me the Kaptain The Kaptain, the Kaptain, Kaptain
