
- That Funky Musicology
- Bravery
- Who would you be
- Flip
- Let your mind meander
- B-U-T-T Out
- No Such Thing
- Give us a mystery
- Gimme a life of a pirate
What if we could get to be. Part of a pirate crew?
Shiver me timber, ready about.
Pack me lunch, we're shipping out.
With as scurvy a bucket of scupper scum.
As ever got blown to kingdom com.
You mean us? You. You! Us.
Well I'll be a rusty blunderbuss.
Yo Ho! Glory be. Gimme the life of piracy.
Load me a cannon and fire it.
Gimme the life of a pirate.
Girls, girls, take it from me.
The roving life of piracy is less than it's cracked up to be.
Less? Less. Much less? Yes.
For instance, if I might distress...
Pirate ships do not have showers.
Arr Arr thar she blows.
Pirates do not smell like flowers.
Here come pirates, hold your nose.
Big deal. Buckle me swash.
If we were pirates, we'd never wash.
Never? Never. Oh my gosh!
The pirate life for me.
Hail hail glory be.
Gimme a life of larceny.
Gimme a perch and a carrot.
Baak! For the life of a parrot.
Parrot, parrot, Pirate. This is absurd.
Lose the bird.
Yo Ho! Glory Be!
Gimme the life a parrot, paracy!
Load me a cannon and fire it.
Gimme the life of a pirate.
Shiver me timber! Arr me maties.
Pirates do not have bedtimes.
Yo Ho, ready about.
Measles or other dread times.
Pack their lunch. They're shippin' out!
I do miss the looting and the pillage and the plunder.
The mayhem and the bedlam and the cannon shot like thunder.
And I loved the Jolly Roger.
That's the flag that we sailed under.
Gimme the life, gimme the life, gimme the life of a pirate.
Arr arr! Glory be. Gimme a life of piracy.
Load me a cannon and fire it.
As a career we admire it.
How could you help but desire it.
It's the pirate life. Raak!
The life for me.
Shiver me timber, ready about.
Pack me lunch, we're shipping out.
With as scurvy a bucket of scupper scum.
As ever got blown to kingdom com.
You mean us? You. You! Us.
Well I'll be a rusty blunderbuss.
Yo Ho! Glory be. Gimme the life of piracy.
Load me a cannon and fire it.
Gimme the life of a pirate.
Girls, girls, take it from me.
The roving life of piracy is less than it's cracked up to be.
Less? Less. Much less? Yes.
For instance, if I might distress...
Pirate ships do not have showers.
Arr Arr thar she blows.
Pirates do not smell like flowers.
Here come pirates, hold your nose.
Big deal. Buckle me swash.
If we were pirates, we'd never wash.
Never? Never. Oh my gosh!
The pirate life for me.
Hail hail glory be.
Gimme a life of larceny.
Gimme a perch and a carrot.
Baak! For the life of a parrot.
Parrot, parrot, Pirate. This is absurd.
Lose the bird.
Yo Ho! Glory Be!
Gimme the life a parrot, paracy!
Load me a cannon and fire it.
Gimme the life of a pirate.
Shiver me timber! Arr me maties.
Pirates do not have bedtimes.
Yo Ho, ready about.
Measles or other dread times.
Pack their lunch. They're shippin' out!
I do miss the looting and the pillage and the plunder.
The mayhem and the bedlam and the cannon shot like thunder.
And I loved the Jolly Roger.
That's the flag that we sailed under.
Gimme the life, gimme the life, gimme the life of a pirate.
Arr arr! Glory be. Gimme a life of piracy.
Load me a cannon and fire it.
As a career we admire it.
How could you help but desire it.
It's the pirate life. Raak!
The life for me.
- All Together
There's an orchestra of orcas, all of 'em whaling away.
Choruses of porpoises echoing down the bay.
There's a great big seal of approval,
Flocks of penguins at play.
Squeaking and gabbing and shrieking and babbling,
They've got so much to say.
We're all singing the same sweet song.
Some sing treble and some sing bass.
We're all swimming in one big pond,
As we go swimming through space.
All together, All together.
All together, All together.
We're all making one joyful noise,
As we go spinning through space.
We're all walking the same green earth.
We're all sharing a special place.
We're all rowing the same big boat
As we go spinning through space.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
We're all walking the same green earth.
We're all sharing a special place.
We're all rowing the same big boat
As we go spinning through space.
All together, All together.
All together, All together.
We're all making one joyful noise as we go spinning.
We go a-spinning. Spin, spin spinning.
We go spinning, all together,
Spinning through space.
Choruses of porpoises echoing down the bay.
There's a great big seal of approval,
Flocks of penguins at play.
Squeaking and gabbing and shrieking and babbling,
They've got so much to say.
We're all singing the same sweet song.
Some sing treble and some sing bass.
We're all swimming in one big pond,
As we go swimming through space.
All together, All together.
All together, All together.
We're all making one joyful noise,
As we go spinning through space.
We're all walking the same green earth.
We're all sharing a special place.
We're all rowing the same big boat
As we go spinning through space.
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
We're all walking the same green earth.
We're all sharing a special place.
We're all rowing the same big boat
As we go spinning through space.
All together, All together.
All together, All together.
We're all making one joyful noise as we go spinning.
We go a-spinning. Spin, spin spinning.
We go spinning, all together,
Spinning through space.
- Miami
What is that tropic spot that people like alot?
Mi-i-i-ami.
What is both cool and hot?
Mi-i-i-ami.
Even the hurricanes cannot resist it.
No hurricane has ever missed it.
I hear the timbales. I taste the tamaloes.
It's calling, it's calling to me.
We've got to get the Miami.
My goodness, my gracious, Miami.
We've got to get to Miami.
That hot melting pot by the sea.
The days are palmy, the nights are balmy.
There's hot pastrami and Key Lime pie to die for.
What's full of crowded streets and Afro-Cuban beats.
Mi-i-i-ami.
What has that lazy lilt, yet with a turbo tilt?
Mi-i-i-ami.
We're feeling hi-i-igh on the idea of jar alai and Hialeah.
We'll snorkel and scuba, explore little Cuba.
It's calling, it's calling to me.
We've got to get to Miami.
Tell Daddy and Mommy, we've gone to Miami.
It's rough and it's tumble but...
Stagger or stumble, we'll get to Miami or bust.
Cause get to Miami we must.
Mi-i-i-ami. Hotcha hotcha hotch-CHA! Miami!
Mi-i-i-ami.
What is both cool and hot?
Mi-i-i-ami.
Even the hurricanes cannot resist it.
No hurricane has ever missed it.
I hear the timbales. I taste the tamaloes.
It's calling, it's calling to me.
We've got to get the Miami.
My goodness, my gracious, Miami.
We've got to get to Miami.
That hot melting pot by the sea.
The days are palmy, the nights are balmy.
There's hot pastrami and Key Lime pie to die for.
What's full of crowded streets and Afro-Cuban beats.
Mi-i-i-ami.
What has that lazy lilt, yet with a turbo tilt?
Mi-i-i-ami.
We're feeling hi-i-igh on the idea of jar alai and Hialeah.
We'll snorkel and scuba, explore little Cuba.
It's calling, it's calling to me.
We've got to get to Miami.
Tell Daddy and Mommy, we've gone to Miami.
It's rough and it's tumble but...
Stagger or stumble, we'll get to Miami or bust.
Cause get to Miami we must.
Mi-i-i-ami. Hotcha hotcha hotch-CHA! Miami!
- Footprints on the moon
I wanna wake up before the rooster.
I wanna fire up those mighty boosters.
I feel fine, the universe is mine on ignition.
We are two kids with a mission.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We were born for greatness. Nothing picayune.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I wanna suck my lunch from plastic packets.
I want life support in all my jackets.
We can see, how proud we're gonna be,
As commanders of that lunar lander.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I'm a rocket baby, I sing a rocket tune.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I'm gonna floor that accelerator.
I'm gonna buzz through a lunar crater.
Check that crust.
So crumbly and dusty and rocky.
It's cool to be a rocket jockey.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We were born to follow, in the footsteps of Apollo.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I wanna fire up those mighty boosters.
I feel fine, the universe is mine on ignition.
We are two kids with a mission.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We were born for greatness. Nothing picayune.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I wanna suck my lunch from plastic packets.
I want life support in all my jackets.
We can see, how proud we're gonna be,
As commanders of that lunar lander.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I'm a rocket baby, I sing a rocket tune.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
I'm gonna floor that accelerator.
I'm gonna buzz through a lunar crater.
Check that crust.
So crumbly and dusty and rocky.
It's cool to be a rocket jockey.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We were born to follow, in the footsteps of Apollo.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.