It's a pirate's feast,
That's what it be,
With gizzards, lung, and heart,
And it's pumpin' still,
So I'll eat my fill,
Though the blood tastes kind of tart.

Now, a villains guts be tasty,
Served fresh with  a poundin' heart,
When I see it there,
Ya best beware,
For the feastin' gonna start.

It's a pirate's feast,
That's what it be,
Served with some grog and rum,
So I'll sing a song,
And it won't be long.
Till the pirate's feast is done,
Till the pirate's feast is done.