come with ten rum-thirsty pirates to the plague-infested islands
endless streams of wild adventure sail we to the curséd shore
we wear dresses and mascara for the promise of free pizza
and we're sailing to Valhalla to be heard from nevermore
we'll do battle with the hipsters 'cause they never call us mister
and you know we would defeat them but we sold our last guitar
let the puto drop the gauntlet we have goblets of mint chocolate
sure to cure you of affliction with a healthy dose of ska
Roamin' 'round every night and day,
Sailin' the ocean the pirate way.
Don't see nothin' but blue skies ahead,
None of our patients gonna end up dead.
'Cuz we're Swash-Buckling doctors,
Buccaneers of the emergency room.
Yeah we're Swash-Buckling doctors,
Raid ya or aid ya, depends on the day.
We ain't got steel but we've got bra**,
Fightin' off scurvy don't take none of its sa**.
Yeah we've found buried treasure,
Look out folks it's in the next measure.
We don our coats and raise our sails
Attempts to board us are 'a no avail
We hoist our banner high in the air
And wave it around like we just don't care
'Cuz we're Swash-Buckling doctors,
Buccaneers of the emergency room.
Yeah we're Swash-Buckling doctors,
Raid ya or aid ya, depends on the day.
The Swashbuckling Doctors are here.
The Swashbuckling Doctors are back.
The Swashbuckling Doctors are here.
Don't! have a heart attack