I'll tell you a tale a Vampirates,
A tale as old as true.
Yea, I'll sing you a song fo an ancient ship,
And it's mighty fearsome crew.
That sails the ocean blue...
That haunts the ocean blue.
The Vampirate ship has tattered sails,
That float like wings in flight.
They say that the captain, he wears a veil
So as to curtail your fright
At his death-pale skin
And his lifeless eyes
And has teeth as sharp as night.
Oh, they say that the captain he wears a veil
And his eyes never see the light.
You'd better be good child-good as gold,
As good as good can be.
Else I'll turn you into the Vampirates
And wave you out to sea.
Yes you'd better be good child-good as gold,
Because-look! Can you see?
There's a dark ship in the harbor tonight
And there's room in the hold for thee!
(Plenty of room for thee!)
Well if pirates are bad,
And Vampirates are worse,
Then I pray for as long as I be
That tho I sing of Vampirates
I never one shall see.
Yea, if pirates are danger
And vampires are death,
I'll extend my prayer for thee-
That thine eyes never see a Vampirate...
...and that they never lay a hand on thee.