"Shiver My Timbers" lyrics
Jonathan Young & Brandon McInnis Lyrics
(originally by The Muppets)
Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul
Yo ho heave ho
There are men whose hearts are as black as coal
Yo ho heave ho
And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue
A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo ho heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo ho heave ho
And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight
A piece of eight
A piece of eight
Five, six, seven, eight
Hoola wacka, boola wacka, something not right
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
Hoola wacka, boola wacka, sailor man beware
When there's money in the ground there's murder in the air
Murder in the air
One more time now
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo ho heave ho
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
Yo ho heave ho
When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
There's no turning back from any course that's laid
And when greed and villainy sail the sea
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo ho heave ho
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
Dead men tell no tales
Yo ho heave ho
There are men whose hearts are as black as coal
Yo ho heave ho
And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue
A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew
It's as dark a tale as was ever told
Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides
Yo ho heave ho
There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides
Yo ho heave ho
And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum
The devil himself would have to call them scum
Every man aboard would have killed his mate
For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight
A piece of eight
A piece of eight
Five, six, seven, eight
Hoola wacka, boola wacka, something not right
Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight
Hoola wacka, boola wacka, sailor man beware
When there's money in the ground there's murder in the air
Murder in the air
One more time now
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo ho heave ho
There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones
Yo ho heave ho
When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed
There's no turning back from any course that's laid
And when greed and villainy sail the sea
You can bet your boots there'll be treachery
Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones
Yo ho heave ho
Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails
Dead men tell no tales
