The wind blows my hair
As I'm king of the world
On the playful plastic bow
Of my very own pirate ship
*
I'm seeking buried treasure
Like every good pirate should
Southwest feels good
Must be the proper way to go
*
I call for my spyglass
And my cabin boy comes running
I search the horizon like a pirate
And can feel the treasure getting closer
*
With a cry of "Land ho!"
An island climbs the horizon
We anchor in an inlet
And make for the shore
*
We walk the sand
Eager to find the "X"
A likely spot is found
We dig hopefully
*
There in the hole
Lies what we dreamed of:
Chips & salsa, and popcorn
"Mom!" I call out, "Can you bring us some ginger ale?"
As I'm king of the world
On the playful plastic bow
Of my very own pirate ship
*
I'm seeking buried treasure
Like every good pirate should
Southwest feels good
Must be the proper way to go
*
I call for my spyglass
And my cabin boy comes running
I search the horizon like a pirate
And can feel the treasure getting closer
*
With a cry of "Land ho!"
An island climbs the horizon
We anchor in an inlet
And make for the shore
*
We walk the sand
Eager to find the "X"
A likely spot is found
We dig hopefully
*
There in the hole
Lies what we dreamed of:
Chips & salsa, and popcorn
"Mom!" I call out, "Can you bring us some ginger ale?"
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