"I've got to get the map back or we'll never save Alice!" cried Arthur. He turned to his crew members in frustration. "Thanks, guys. You were a world of help back there."
"A rousing sea battle it was, captain!" said his master Merlin gruffly.
"Aye." said Cody. "And it reminds me of a song. He, Merlin and Edmond got to their feet and began to dance.
Merlin: We're a band of vicious pirates!
Cody: A sailing out to sea!
Edmond: When you hear our gentle singing...
Merlin: You'll be sure to turn and flee!
Arthur: Oh, this is just ridiculous.
Arthur: Come on, men! We've got to recover that map!
Edmond: That pirate will be done for, when he falls into our trap.
Edmond: We're a club of tuneful rovers!
Cody: We can sing in every clef!
Merlin: We can even hit the high notes!
Cody: It's just too bad we're tone deaf!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Arthur: Let's go defeat that evil pirate!
Merlin: We know he's sure to lose, ´cause we know just where to fire at!
Merlin: We're thieving balladeers.
Cody: A gang of cutthroat mugs.
Edmond: To fight us off, you don't need guns!
Merlin: Just jolly good ear plugs!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Arthur: All right, crew, let's get to work!
Cody: Our vocation is a thing we love, a thing we'd never shirk.
Cody: We'll fight you in the harbor.
Edmond: We'll battle you on land.
Merlin: When you meet singing pirates...
Arthur: They'll be more than you can stand.
Edmond: Oh! Ha ha ha! That was a good one!
Arthur: No, it wasn't.
Arthur: No time for song! We've got to move!
Edmond: The battle will be long, but our courage we will prove.
Edmond: We're a pack a´ scurvy sea dogs.
Cody: Have we pity? Not a dram!
Merlin: We all eat roasted garlic...
Cody: ...then sing from the diaphragm!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Arthur: Less singing, more sailing.
Merlin: When we defeat our wicked foe, his ship he will be bailing!
Edmond: If ye try ta fight us...
Cody: ...you will get a nasty whackin´!
Merlin: If ya disrespect our singing´...
Edmond: ...we will feed ya to a kraken!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Arthur: I´m getting so sick of you guys and your rhyming.
Cody: We´re ready to set sail, through the cannons need a priming.
Merlin: We're troublesome corsairs!
Edmond: And we've come to steal your treasures!
Cody: We would shoot you on the downbeat...
Merlin: ...but we have to rest five measures.
(Arthur facepalms)
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Arthur: Stop! Stop! Stop!
Edmond: The brass is what we'll polish and the deck is what we'll mop.
Arthur: You say you're nasty pirates...
...scheming, thieving, bad bushwhackers?
From what I've seen I tell you...
You're not pirates! You're just slack--!
All: A pirate I was meant to be!
Trim the sails and roam the sea!
Arthur: We'll surely avoid scurvy if we all eat an orange.
Merlin: And...!
...Um...
Edmond: Well...
Cody: ...Err...
(Arthur grins in amusement)
Edmond: Door hinge?
Merlin: No, no...
Edmond: Guess the song's over, then.
Cody: Guess so.
Merlin: Okay, back to work.
Arthur: Well gee. I feel a little guilty, now.