I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
But you yourself are nothing so divine
Just next in line!

 

May angels bring you in
here you me my friend
On a sleepless road the sleepless go
May angels bring you in

 

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope and this is what they said
They said come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me

 

I am sailing
I am sailing
Home again
'Cross the sea
I am sailing,
Stormy waters
To be near you,
To be free

 

Farewell and adieu unto you Spanish ladies
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain
For we've received orders for to sail for old England
But we hope in a short time to see you again
We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors
We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of Old England
From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues

 

What do they do on a rainy night in Rio?
(Rinky-dinky-do)
What do they do when there is no starry sky?
(Oh, a starry sky)
Where do they go when they can't go for a walk?
Do they sit home and talk?
Or do they sit and sigh, "Aye, aye".

 

What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

 

It's fun to charter an accountant;
and sail the wide accountancy!
To find, explore the funds offshore;
and skirt the shoals of bankruptcy!

 

F is for fire that burns down the whole town
U is for uranium....bombs!
N is for no survivors, WHEN YOU—

 

Let the bodies hit the floor

 

Now on the sidewalk, huh, huh, whoo sunny morning, un huh
Lies a body just oozin' life, eek
And someone's sneakin' 'round the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

 

♫ We found a hunk of crystal and a metal piece of bed...
We made a laser phaser gun and shot him in the head! ♪

 

A gangster, aye, a gangster, O! ’Tis well to be a gangster.

A blaster ever by thy side,
A stately barge in which to ride,
A fair, young damsel to thee tied,
’Tis well to be a gangster.

A gangster, aye, a gangster, O! ’Tis well to be a gangster.

Full many servants lend thee aid,
More guards than a Naboo brigade,
And bounty hunters on parade—
’Tis well to be a gangster.

A gangster, aye, a gangster, O! ’Tis well to be a gangster.

The drinks all flowing fast and free,
A sarlacc pit not far from thee,
A rancor for thine enemy,
’Tis well to be a gangster.

A gangster, aye, a gangster, O! ’Tis well to be a gangster.

 

Oh better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag I fly
Than play a sanctimonious part
With a pirate head and a pirate heart

 

The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers;
where we will; we'll roam.

Yo ho all hands,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.

Now, some have died and some are alive
and others sail on the sea.
With the keys to the cage
and the devil to pay,
we lay to Fiddler's Green.

Yo ho haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.

The bell has been raised
from its watery grave,
hear its sepulchral tone.
A call to all; pay heed the squall,
and turn your sails to home.

Yo ho haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.

 

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

 

Avast, belay, yo ho, heave to, A-pirating we go,
And if we're parted by a shot, We're sure to meet below!

 

Oh all the money that e'er I spent
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

 

Yo ho yo ho a Pirate's life for me

 

I don't have a song quote, I just wanted to say this is one of my favorite folk songs and I love playing it on guitar.

 

Oh the posh posh traveling life, the traveling life for me
First cabin and captain's table, regal company
Whenever I'm bored I travel abroad, but ever so properly
Port out, starboard home, posh with a capital P-O-S-H, posh.

 

The sporting life
the sporting life
the sporting life
How they love

 

If you don't mind having to go without things
It's a fine life, It's a fine life.

Tho' it ain't all jolly old pleasure outings...
It's a fine life, It's a fine life.

When you got someone to love
You forget your cares and strife
Let the prudes look down on us
Let the wide world frown on us
It's a fine, fine life.

 

Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here too, oh really

 

Downtown, Where the cabs don't stop,
Downtown, Where the food is slop,
Downtown, Where the hop-heads flop in the snow,
Down on Skid Row.

Uptown you cater to a million jerks,
Uptown you're messengers and mailroom clerks,
Eating all your lunches at the hot dog carts,
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.