I Want to Be a Pirate

Washed upon a sunny beach
Now I found my place
Like in my mother's arms
Where I never been hugged

Greeted by banana trees
I escape the world
In the dreamy land
Where I have all the luck

I want to be a pirate
Want to drink rum
Want to have fun

I want to be a pirate
Ravage and pillage
All in good fun

Spent my last pieces of eight
To buy a Jolly Roger
Sailing high seas I will get paid
In treasures and in wonders