Swashbuckle - Surf-N-Turf (For Piratical Girth) lyrics

You stuff your face Hoping never to be lean For fear of what shall be Untipping scales, low fat cuisine You cook up the dough But the calories don't bestow The girth that might be right To enjoy the spoils of your sailor sights [Chorus] Why can't we grab some grub?! Some grub to clog our veins! Nourishment - deep inside of you! We know that gluttony's not wrong! So fill your plates and bowls! And sup a hearty stew Down the gullet to your bulbous arse A pirate's body looks good on you! Never, ever believe All your meals were wasted 'Cause you'll never know How good a pirate's life has tasted So many people have drawn veils over their eyes Afraid. Afraid of what they might see As did those who kept hidden inside Afraid. Afraid of what they might be Surf-n-Turf! For Piratical Girth!