Scurvy
An Original Song By The Vacation Pirates
The meat is fuzzy, the bread is crawly
The cabin boy looks thin and gnarly
I tried to chew a salted fish
And spat my teeth back In the dish
The captain’s bald, the cook’s half crying
The parrot’s mangy and kinda dying...
We’ve got the gold, we’ve got the gems
But the rot is shaking all our limbs
We’d knife a man and watch him bleed
For the Vitamin C we really need
Scurvy!
Scurvy!
Crew’s all topsy-turvy
Spitting out our molars
looking drunk and swervy
Scurvy!
Scurvy!
Bloody gums and blurry
Ate a boot for dinner
now we’re full of…
SCURVY!
The cook is serving soup of hair
To all the men in deep despair
I bit a chunk of salted beef
And now my teeth are In the meat
It ain’t a curse
And it ain’t a spell
It’s a lack of greens
Making you unwell
A bit of citrus
or squeeze of a lime
And you’d still be chewing
In your prime!
Scurvy!
Scurvy!
Crew’s all topsy-turvy
Spitting out our molars
looking drunk and swervy
Scurvy!
Scurvy!
Bloody gums and blurry
Ate a boot for dinner
now we’re full of…
SCURVY!
Gum it down!
Scurvy!
Eat the mush!
Scurvy!
Teeth are overrated!
Scurvy!
Scurvy!
Scurvy!
Crew’s all topsy-turvy
Spitting out our molars
looking drunk and swervy
Scurvy!
Scurvy!
Bloody gums and blurry
Ate a boot for dinner
now we’re full of…
SCURVY!
“SCURVY”
Artist: The Vacation Pirates
Label: Ship Show Records / 12135273 Records DK
Written by Jeff Williams (BM)
Published by Ship Show Publishing
© 2026 Ship Show, Inc., All Rights Reserved.
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