Pirate King to Major Gen.
Pirate King to Major Gen.
Take your pompous frills and set umbrella down

(Count down in the background: scent, swine, grate, laughin', slick,
snide, bore, glee, spew, done? jag-off)

Pirate King to Major Gen.
Dispensing big nouns, what a yawn
Disposition is facade stuffed full of poo

This is Pirate King to Major Gen.
Your spiel it does abrade,
And your cape's a dreadful show, it hurts to stare,
With your rhyme, I heave and vomit on my chair

This is Major Gen. to Pirate King,
I'm citing Pinafore,
And I'm quoting fights historical, with sway,
And Gerard Dows are not Raphaels, I say

Sin-cere
Am I witty, not a big sham,
Star of the absurd,
Though my mirth does spew,
It is something I must do.

Though I've cast some military styles
Of Arthur's wary skill.
Though I think that Caradoc would slay you so,
I've no knife to shove into your gut, just prose.

Pirate King to Major Gen.
You sir, are dead, we hate your song,
Can you hear me Major Gen.?
Do you fear me Major Gen.?
As we sneer at you again.

And here
Am I gloating, then I just ran,
Hard to sing a tune,
Fanny girth is huge,
So, I know that I am screwed.