Captain Dan and the Scurvy Crew - Broadside [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Broadside, Broadside
Navy boys better run and hide
These cannon balls flyin' atcha when we collide
All me mateys be ready to fire a broadside

In the Navy, it's the broadside that we favor
21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser
Don't let it phase ya when we bathe ya
Three great flavors:
Cannon balls, buckshot, red hot razors

I wrap my face round a lime and I'm ready to rock
I'm coming straight out of Greenwich and we just don't stop
It's the B-B-British Navy from Gibraltar to Haiti
Puttin' holes in your souls, and charmin' your ladies

And by ladies you mean ladies of 180
Or if they're dressed like you're dressed
You might be just banging mateys
How many seamen have you swallowed
While you're wearing that jacket?
By the looks of your sailors
You just sit back and jack it

Sweet sack, salt tack and a union jack
Attack! Black flags get snapped
By the shells that we pack
In my carrack
With midshipmen and marines
Better modify your coffin
To take smithereens

What you mean is that you're keen
To swim in Davy Jones' locker
When we're done with this fight
You'll have to walk with a walker
If you live that is, cause I'll cut ye down fast
I'll grape shot your party
Then I'll burn down your mast- AVAST!

Sorry mate, didn't see you waving that pen knife
I was busy railing the governor's wife
I'll match you drink for drink
You'll die, I'll get tipsy
Back to your ship, you nautical gypsy

You navy boys always take the joys out of plunder
When we making that noise, you always poise up in wonder
If you're jealous cause we zealous it's a perilous blunder
When we fire off these cannons it be louder than thunder

Broadside, Broadside
Navy boys better run and hide
These cannon balls flyin' atcha when we collide
All me mateys be ready to fire a broadside

In the Navy, it's the broadside that we favor
21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser
Don't let it phase ya when we bathe ya
Three great flavors:
Cannon balls, buckshot, red hot razors

You'll know me by the notches on my tricorner cap
Every snip is a ship that I've turned into scrap
Rolling 'round the Caribbean on a royal decree
If you can't take the heat then get out of the sea

We set a trap to attack when you showed us your back
You know we stack all the cannons and we drop all the tack
Point the guns at the hull, and aim all your gats
500 pounds sterling whoever brings me his hat
ARRRRR

There's nothing sadder than a pirate with a fake eye patch
Saying "ARRR" as the cabin boy battens down his hatch
I'd love to know the STDs you're planning to catch
But I'm busy with my honeys at the b-b-bowling match

That's all she wrote, now your crew will be smote
We'll shoot down all your sailors then we'll blow up your boat
Your words are strong, like the winds on the storm
But now you're left in rubble could have left when we warned

Broadside, Broadside
Navy boys better run and hide
These cannon balls flyin' atcha when we collide
All me mateys be ready to fire a broadside

In the Navy, it's the broadside that we favor
21 three ton guns shooting straight as a laser
Don't let it phase ya when we bathe ya
Three great flavors:
Cannon balls, buckshot, red hot razors