We're the crew of Davy Jones, and we're back from the dead
Our ship's a ghostly marvel, in the dark it's painted red
We pillage and we plunder, with our skeletal crew
With a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of goo!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Our captain's a legend, with a beard full of sand
He's got a hook for a hand, and a peg-leg so grand
He'll cut you with his cutlass, while he laughs in your face
In the undead sea, there ain't no second place
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
We sail through the night, with our bony old bones
Our ship creaks and groans, like a bag of old stones
We've got a ghostly parrot, and a zombie first mate
If you see our ship, mate, you're meeting your fate
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
In the dark of the night, when the moon's hanging low
We rise from the depths, with a hellish glow
We'll drink all your rum, and we'll haunt your dreams
With a clink and a clank, and unearthly screams
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Our cannonballs are ghostly, and our sails are torn
We've got a skeleton drummer, playin' til morn'
With barnacles and seaweed, hangin' off our ship
We're the terror of the sea, with a ghostly grip
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
So beware of the night, when the sea starts to churn
And the sky is alight, with a ghostly burn
We'll drink and we'll dance, 'til the morning dew
We're the dread of the ocean, we're Davy Jones' crew!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Peacock the Bard - We’ve Got The Undead Blues Lyrics
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We're the crew of Davy Jones, and we're back from the dead
Our ship's a ghostly marvel, in the dark it's painted red
We pillage and we plunder, with our skeletal crew
With a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of goo!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Our captain's a legend, with a beard full of sand
He's got a hook for a hand, and a peg-leg so grand
He'll cut you with his cutlass, while he laughs in your face
In the undead sea, there ain't no second place
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
We sail through the night, with our bony old bones
Our ship creaks and groans, like a bag of old stones
We've got a ghostly parrot, and a zombie first mate
If you see our ship, mate, you're meeting your fate
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
In the dark of the night, when the moon's hanging low
We rise from the depths, with a hellish glow
We'll drink all your rum, and we'll haunt your dreams
With a clink and a clank, and unearthly screams
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Our cannonballs are ghostly, and our sails are torn
We've got a skeleton drummer, playin' til morn'
With barnacles and seaweed, hangin' off our ship
We're the terror of the sea, with a ghostly grip
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
So beware of the night, when the sea starts to churn
And the sky is alight, with a ghostly burn
We'll drink and we'll dance, 'til the morning dew
We're the dread of the ocean, we're Davy Jones' crew!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Our ship's a ghostly marvel, in the dark it's painted red
We pillage and we plunder, with our skeletal crew
With a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of goo!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Our captain's a legend, with a beard full of sand
He's got a hook for a hand, and a peg-leg so grand
He'll cut you with his cutlass, while he laughs in your face
In the undead sea, there ain't no second place
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
We sail through the night, with our bony old bones
Our ship creaks and groans, like a bag of old stones
We've got a ghostly parrot, and a zombie first mate
If you see our ship, mate, you're meeting your fate
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
In the dark of the night, when the moon's hanging low
We rise from the depths, with a hellish glow
We'll drink all your rum, and we'll haunt your dreams
With a clink and a clank, and unearthly screams
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Our cannonballs are ghostly, and our sails are torn
We've got a skeleton drummer, playin' til morn'
With barnacles and seaweed, hangin' off our ship
We're the terror of the sea, with a ghostly grip
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
So beware of the night, when the sea starts to churn
And the sky is alight, with a ghostly burn
We'll drink and we'll dance, 'til the morning dew
We're the dread of the ocean, we're Davy Jones' crew!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, and we've got nothin' to lose
We'll steal your gold and your rum, and maybe your shoes
We're rotten to the core, and we're raising the booze
Oh, we're Davy Jones' crew, we've got the undead blues!
Writer: Thomas Hanisch
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid