THE MINIMUM REQUIREMENTS
Title:Marooned (Song of the Marion Main)
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Lyrics byDanny O'Brien, Justus Brake & Eric Wahl
It was the last thing that anyone expected
Why she left, I just can't understand
She took everything except for her engagement ring
Which she left in the palm of my hand
When she moved out I was a wreck
I'm just glad that my mates were there for me
We talked to ease my troubled mind
And over drinks they helped me find
A way to deal with this constructively

So now I'm turning the house into a kickass pirate ship
I always thought it would be kind of cool and now I can do it
She scuttled all we'd worked for, but look on the bright side
What was once a mere bungalow can now become a mighty galleon
Whoa, oh yeah

I got out the ladder and built a crow's nest 'round the chimney
From there I'll keep a watchful eye for friend or foe
I'll introduce you to Ray Ray; he's the homeless guy I hired
To sit up there and play me shanties on the concertina
Whoa, oh yeah

'Cause I'm rebuilding the whole damn thing
From the stern up to the bow
I know she'd never stand for this
But who's the captain now?

The living room window-that's where I'll put the eighteen-pounder
So when my scurvy next-door neighbor gets home at three in the morning
There won't have to be harsh words between us
Once I fire that warning shot across his Harley
Whoa, oh yeah

So yo ho ho and a couple more bottles of rum
They used to be in the kitchen; now I call it the galley
And if I make you walk the plank, it's no big deal
It's just a short drop to the depths of Davey Jones's flowerbed
Whoa, oh yeah

'Cause I'm rebuilding the whole damn thing
From the stern up to the bow
I know she'd never stand for this
But who's the captain now?

So yo ho ho and a couple more yo ho hos
I got this Spanish-speaking parrot; I can't understand him
If I don't feel like swabbing decks, then I don't have to
And the captain's quarters are finally how I like them
Whoa, oh yeah
Whoa, oh yeah

So all you people that came to hang with me tonight
What do you say, do you want to be my crew?
Arrr!
Follow me to distant shores and you'll see your share of booty
As we sing, sing, sing with me, mateys, now sing

In ev'ry suburb, on ev'ry shore
We'll keep on fighting forevermore
And they will know that I am kind
For we will plunder everything
Yo ho, the Marion Main
Hoist the anchor and sail away
The galley is stocked, and so we be full
Look over there, there's a dolphin

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