Our good ship set course around the Horn,
In choppy seas then a fucking big storm
So beneath the decks we played Bonanza
And now I wish I'd never been born..
OR
The
BTG galleon sailed out from Dover,
Once again Bonanza bent the crew over
From the crow's nest we never saw the 'D'
And we turned back with not a man sober..
OR
Our fine craft has a mighty team,
We're all BTG from beam-to-beam.
Then Blackbeard's gone and hauled us over
Now we're pleasuring his crew on live stream
OR
Ahoy me hearties! beckons the BTG shout,
We carry the best slots without a doubt
They've crossed over all the seven seas
And now the c*nts have cleaned you all out.
OR
Off we sailed with the Queen's message to be sent,
That none of our slots have ever been bent
The cabin boy says "through my north-west passage?"
"You little scurvy, that's not the passage I meant!"
