Chords for Ray Stevens - The Pirate Song (Original)

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I don't like it.
You don't like it?
I don't like it and I don't want to do it.
Tacky, tacky, tacky.
And don't look at me that way.
Well, if you don't like it, what do you want? _
_ [Ab] I want [Db] to sing and dance.
I want to sing [Ab] and dance.
I [Db] want to be a pirate [Ab] in the pirate's arms and wear me silver buckle slippers and me tight [Eb] shiny pants.
_ [Bb] I want to sing [Db] and dance.
You [F] want to sing and [Bbm] dance?
_ Well, you don't like plundering, eh?
Well, shiver me timbers, how about treasuring, huh?
Rubies and emeralds and pearls and gold doubloons and British sovereigns.
Silver chalices encrusted with diamonds and jewels.
Necklaces and bracelets of every shape and size.
Fit for the crown, it's a view of me.
And all buried in a pirate's chest and I just happened to know.
How about that, me bloodthirsty buck-
_ _ I don't like it.
You don't like it?
I don't like it and I don't want it.
You don't want it.
And I won't do it, I'm an artiste.
An artiste?
Well, Mr.
Artiste, what do you want?
_ [Ab]
I want [Db] to sing and [Gb] dance.
I want [Db] to sing and dance.
[Db] I want to be a pirate [Ab] in a pirate's harping land.
Wear me silver buckle slippers and me tight shiny pants.
I [Bb] want to sing [Db] and dance.
[F] _ [Bbm] Now listen here, this ain't no floating Gilbert and Sullivan show, you know.
But some little flitting Tinkerbell.
This here be a black-hearted pirate ship.
And I would have you kegel-hauled if you weren't me old flesh and bloody little twit.
So you don't like plundering, eh?
I don't like it.
And you don't want no treasuring, huh?
I don't want it.
And you probably don't want no grogging and ruffling and winching and rumming either, I suppose.
Well, deep down, you want to know the truth?
It's not me.
I don't want it.
Well, what do you want?
As if it didn't already bleed in, now.
I want to sing and dance and-
I know, I know, and wear your tight little shiny pants.
_ Okay, we'll all sing and dance.
I said we'll all sing and dance.
Or you want the plate?
One, [Ab] two, three.
I [Db] want to sing [Gb] and dance.
[Db] I want to sing [Gb] and dance.
I [Db] want to be a pirate [Ab] in a pirate's harping land.
I like it, I like [Ebm] it.
I kinda like it me [Ab] own sound.
God's a word.
[Abm] I want to sing [Db] and [Ab] dance.
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_ _ _ [Bbm] He's been a lot of it, Mrs.
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle-
I don't like rum.
You don't like rum?
Well, no, actually, I-
Well, I might like a little Perrier, maybe, with a little lime in it.
A little Perrier?
With a lime in it, what's it like?
Well, do you have any escargot?
Escar-what?
What's the soup today?
Soup!
Might have a bit of a salad, too.
Well, what about a bleeding finger bone?
Maybe a croissant.
Is that right?
Those French make everything so hard.
Why don't they just call it