there used to be a gay pirate band in austin called "the swishbuckers". all their songs were about being gay pirates...they went full out on costumes too.. the music wasnt great, but it was a pretty good gimmick and sometimes thats all you need to put on a fun show.
the cockpit was actually a gay pilot bar...i believe youre thinking of cabin boyz...that was the gay pirate bar.
Because mutiny on the bounty's what we're all about I'm gonna board your ship and turn it on out No soft sucker with a parrot on his shoulder 'Cause I'm bad, gettin' bolder, cold getting colder Terrorizing suckers on the seven seas And if you've got beef, you'll get capped in the knees We got sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I shot those suckers and I'll shoot the rest Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling 'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains, nicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches, and bitties with t*tties Housing all girlies from city to city One for all and all for one Taking out MCs with a big shotgun All for one and one for all Because the Beastie Boys have gone AWOL Friggin' in the riggin' and cuttin' your throat Big biting suckers getting thrown in the moat We got maidens and wenches, man ,they're on the ace Captain Bly is gonna die when we break his face Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Ali Baba and the forty thieves Torching and crackin' and rhymin' and stealin' Robbin' and raping, busting two in the ceiling I'm wheeling', I'm dealin', I'm drinking, not thinking Never cower, never shower, and I'm always stinking Yo-ho-ho and a pint of Brass Monkey And when my girlie shakes her hips, she sure gets funky Skirt chasing, free basing, killing every village We drink and rob and rhyme and pillage Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' I've been drinking my rum, a def son of a gun (I fought the law) and I cold won Blackbeard's weak, Moby Dick's on the chicks 'Cause I pull out the jammy and squeeze off six My pistol is loaded, I shot Betty Crocker Deliver Colonel Sanders down to Davey Jones' locker Rhymin' and stealin' in a drunken state And I'll be rockin' my rhymes all the way to Hell's gate Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most illingest B-boy, I got that feeling 'Cause I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most dillingest B-boy, I got that feeling I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most chillingest B-boy I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most killingest B-boy I am most ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Most dusted out B-boy, I'm tossin' my dust Most finkinest B-boy, I'm doin' that finkin' Most rhyminest B-boy, I'm stretchin' my shade Most shootinest B-boy, I think you're **** Most rhyminest B-boy, I'll steal your ****, homeboy Most taxinest B-boy, I'll tax you, boy Most illingest, illingest, illingest B-boy Taxin' all y'all squares, yeah
Yes, I typed that and then sang it in my head for 10 seconds and then edited the post eta: do these meet your criteria?
