I Want to be Rich
- You know what mates, I’m tired of this! We’ve been out here for weeks and ain’t seen nutin. I’m sick of this cheap wine, and I’m sick of this hard tack. I want a good meal and an expensive bottle of rum. That’s what I want.
- I want a soft bed to lie on
- I want a soft woman to lie with
- I want a puppy
- I want some entertainment! I’m bored to tears
- I want a puppy!
- What do you want Patch?..... Patch?
- Oh, sorry…. I want to be rich
- Well we all want to be rich, mate. What do you think we’re out here for?
- No, you don’t understand. I REALLY want to be rich….
I want to be rich, I want be rich
I want to leave my life at sea, spend my money on a fat bar wench
- Heh, heh
- Eww
I want to be rich
I want to put down oar, get off at shore
Head into town and show them all what for
Buy a drink for every lady in the pub
Show the mates what a real rich mans made of
Want to wear my hair just right
- What hair
- That’s not the point, shut up
Never wear the same clothes twice
And get off of this ship that’s over run with mice
- EEEEE
I want to satisfy every internal itch
- What?
I want to be rich, I want be rich
I want to leave my life at sea, spend my money on a fat bar wench
- Heh, heh
- Eww
I want to be rich
I want to lay on the beach, sand on my feet
Have little senioritis come and bring me my drink
Something with rum as I soak up the sun
And watch the ships roll in one by one
I want to have fun all night, sleep all day
Or at least until me hangover goes away
I want to satisfy every internal itch.
- Internal itching, mate? Sounds painful
I want to be rich, I want to be rich
I want to leave my life at sea, spend my money on a fat bar wench
- Heh, heh
- Eww
I want to be rich
I want a blonde on me left, red head at me right
Brunette on me back her massage feels nice
I want a driver for me carriage and a house on land
I’ll be done with all ye buggers just as quick as I can
I want to dress real fine, no more cheap wine
With kings and queens that’s where I’ll dine
I want to satisfy every internal itch.
- Who you trying to fool mate? You couldn’t hack it on land. You’re a true and true sailor. You wouldn’t leave the likes of this ship.
- Oh I beg to differ. Haven’t you been listening, you bloody git?
I want to be rich, I want to be richa
I want to leave my life at sea, spend my money on a fat bar wench
- Heh, heh
- Eww
I want to be rich
(Repeat chorus)
- Umm, Patch… Answer me one thing. With all that money… Why a fat bar wench?
- Yea, how about one with a tight midriff, nice booty, and big round jublees?
- No you idiots, PHAT. P….. H…. A. T.
- Oh….. Umm, I can’t spell…..Can I still have a puppy?