The Dirty Coin

OMG it’s another Pirate song.

I’ve had my share of wenches
and I’ve had my fill of trulls
They’ve keelhauled me a thousand times
I’ve breached all of their hulls
There was Betty with no bloomers
There was Wendy with her whips
There was Sonja and her strange device
And all of Liza’s lips,
But I never was so sullied
As I have been with these coins:
For the dirty is in money
And it’s nowhere near my loins.

I’ve been in Roman orgies
And I’ve worn some lingerie
I’ve seen the games the Island Girls
And Nordic Beauties play
They’ve spanked me on the buttocks
They’ve covered me in cream
They’ve tied me down and had their way
And made me cry and scream,
But I never felt so filthy
As I do with all this gold;
And I finally am now ashamed
For trading warmth for cold.

I have lost myself in silken thighs
And bosoms deep as oceans
I’ve crawled through sewers, slums and swamps
and all I wore was lotions
There was Hattie and her husband
There was Winnie and her wife
There was Jenny who was not a girl
And all of that was life,
But I never have been tainted
As I am from these doubloons
For the sickness is in money
And I wish I was immune.

And your judgement is appalling
As you line your pockets well
And I’ll rise while you are falling
To the lowest pits of Hell
As you scrabble for your coinage
And you’re always on the run,
You will see me standing hard and fast
And naked in the sun.

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~ Love, Nitro

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