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