(Jimmy Buffett, Matt Benton)
Open season on the open seas and
Captain says no prisoners please

Skull and crossbones on a background of black
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back


We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack
It's our job and a labor of love

Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple statement of fact

Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under


Hit us hard, took our treasure
That was the worst thing they could do
It will be our great pleasure

To take it back from that captain kangaroo

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of suds

It's a pirates fight we choose
No we don't want a bucket of blood
Just a cup is all we could use

Just a cup

The sails are up and the bets are down

Let's lighten up this harbor town
By hook or crook or new design
We're streakin' for that finish line


We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back
Very simple plan of attack

It's our job and a labor of love
Take it home to the up above
We ain't stealin' we're just takin' back

Very simple statement of fact
Call it pillage or call it plunder
We're takin' it back from them boys down under


We ask ourselves when we get in a fix
What would popeye do in a tight spot like this

He'd race for his true love and easily win it
In an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it


Lift us up, take us high
Time to let our spirits fly
Lift us up, take us high

Let us sail until we die

Lift us up, take us high

Let us float above the foam
Let our sails fill the sky
We are takin' our sweet treasure home


Take it back
We're takin' it back

Take it back!