Soooo I decided to do something silly, again, in between working on actual serious songs. *Wags absently* This was just something random to keep me in the habit of playing/recording, that's about all.

Regardless, before anyone decides to call me out for gay-bashing or something, let it be known that I have nothing against homosexuals. Most of my best friends are such. Not to mention I'm bi-sexual, myself, so I'd technically be hating at least half of me. Anyway, that being said I'm sure some people still won't like this. It's meant in jest. If you can't laugh at yourself, then you shouldn't be allowed to cry for yourself, either.

But now I'm babbling. Eventually I'll have something more substantial and worthwhile than this.

Bark. ^^

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

There is a story that's been passed down through the years,
that has brought many a good Christian mother tears.
It is a tale of what could happen to your sons,
if they're not careful with the way they have their fun.

The legend says that on the seven seas there sails,
a quickly-growing crew of booty-hunting males.
They travel far and wide in search of fine young men,
and take them from their homes, not to return again.

Ohhhhh, it's the butt pirates.

Their fleet of frilly frigates is sure to catch your eye,
phallus masts hoist great pink sails against the navy sky.
And 'pon each ship their pirate flag is proudly flown,
the jolly roger with a rainbow skull and bones.

Ohhhhh, it's the butt pirates.

The captain sails upon the flagship of them all,
she is a mighty vessel named "The Cannon's Balls".
And if you ever meet him surely you will see,
that he's a happy captain, gay as he can be.

Ohhhhh, it's the butt pirates.

So mothers keep your boys all safely locked away,
and wish upon the stars there never comes a day,
when on your shores those pink sails ever should you see,
and if you do then tell your boys to quickly flee.

Ohhhhh, it's the butt pirates.