For all of you who feel you are a pirate 200 years too late, here is Margaritaville: Pirate Style to celebrate Talk Like a Pirate Day on September 19th…ahoy!

Nibblin’ on sponge cake,
watchin’ th’ sun bake;
All o’ those tourists covered wit’ oil.
Strummin’ me six strin’ on me front poop deck swin’.
Smell those shrimp–
They be beginnin’ t’ boil. Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin’ fer me lost shaker o’ salt.
Some scallywags claim that thar’s a wench t’ blame,
But I know ’tis nobody’s fault. Dunno th’ reason,
Stayed here all season
Wit’ naught t’ show but this brand new tattoo.
But ’tis a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven’t a clue. Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin’ fer me lost shaker o’ salt.
Some scallywags claim that thar’s a wench t’ blame,
Now I reckon,– Davy Jones’ locker it could be me fault. I blew out me flip flop,
Stepped on a elder top;
Cut me heel, had t’ cruise on back galleon.
But thar’s booze in th’ blender,
‘n soon ’twill render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on. Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ fer me lost shaker o’ salt.
Some scallywags claim that thar’s a wench t’ blame,
But I know, ’tis me owns damn fault.
Aye, ‘n some scallywags claim that thar’s a wench t’ blame, ‘n I know ’tis me owns damn fault