Lyrics

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