Listen up, everyone - wowo, hey-eee!
I am the bold Parrot - pirate of the sea-eee.

I was born in exteen hundred and two
In a banana or maybe liana tree.
My papa was a pa-pa-parrot or a cockat-atoo
Who couldn’t t-talk at the time, you see?

But then I was snatched, from the virgin forest,
The plunder of Senor Fernando Cortes.
"Señor Cortes n-no!" yelled my poor pa-papa
But papa’s parley powers
didn’t stretch that fa-far.

For revenge I practised, pummelling my brain
Repeating just three words again and again.
Repeating, repeating, draining the bucket:
"Caramba!" "Corrida!" and lastly "Ohdamnit!"

Listen up, everyone - wowo, hey-eee!
I am the Parrot - pirate of the sea-eee.

On the voyage back a storm so big
Battered us until I was parrot-sick
And then the fierce crew of an English brig
Boarded us, and the fighting was thick.

Hand-to-hand, they went at it two days
Then the foul pirates took me away.
That’s how I went tripping on various ships
In the Atlantic, the Tropics, and the Antarctics
Sailing on various pirate ships.

They gave me coffee, cocoa and stew,
So I’d say to them politely "How do you do?"
But Id always mutter from dawn to dusk this:
"Caramba!" "Corrida!" and "Well damn this!"

Listen up, everyone - wowo, hey-eee!
I am the Parrot - pirate of the sea-eee.

I was a pirate parrot for a long, long time,
Then some little loser of a sailor lost it
He sold me as a slave for just a dime
Even though I was talking like I bossed it!

The Pasha of Turkey snapped his blade in two
When I piped up, "Pasha, salam to you!"
And that perplexed Pasha had a fit all right,
When he found, I could dance,
read and write!

Well, I’ve seen India, Iran and Iraq
But I’m me, not a polly-parrot wisecrack.
Only savages give this any truck:
"Caramba!", "Corrida!" and, well, "Damn!"