Decked Out Like The Devil

Tom Mason
Tom Mason


Inspired by Blackbeard, the showman of pirates!


Decked out like the Devil


I’ll weave my hair with fuses and fill the air with sparks

They’ll faint from fear or volunteer to be the food of sharks

A little chunk of coal  to darken up our face   

A little black around the eyes to put them in their place

In our velvet coats we'll slit the throats of those who won't appease

Decked out like the Devil      Beelzebub at sea


We’ll don our shirts of tafetta      barely blood-stained 

Ripped from  Danish dandies we overtook in the Spanish Main

An oceanic scepter festooned with a shrunken head

A Satanic sword pointed toward Neptune's nearly dead 

With our smiling Skull and Crossbones waving in the breeze

We’ll be Decked out like the Devil  Beelzebub at sea


The waistcoat of a slaver we maimed at Martinique 

We  rewarded his behavior with a slash across the cheek

A set of Pistols blazing that we stole from the Spanish fleet 

That flotilla  floated to the floor of the coral reef 

With diamond encrusted cutlasses Pillaged from the Portuguese

We’ll be Decked out like the Devil  Beelzebub at sea


Beelzebubble Toil and trouble the bubble becomes a wave

Like a hurricane from hell we’ll send them to their watery grave