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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alestorm
Alestorm
Performer
Christopher Bowes
Christopher Bowes
Lead Vocals
Gareth Murdock
Gareth Murdock
Bass Guitar
Máté Bodor
Máté Bodor
Electric Guitar
Peter Alcorn
Peter Alcorn
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Barber
Michael Barber
Songwriter
Christopher Bowes
Christopher Bowes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lasse Lammert
Lasse Lammert
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Banana Daiquiri
I wake up as the sun goes down
Inject my brain with alcohol and wear my party crown
It's a pirates life every single fucking day
If you're not drinking rum get the fuck out my way
We can do what we wanna do
Drink a pint of gin from a homeless guy's shoe
We will die when we wanna die
The madness only stops when we're bleeding from our eyes
I'm living my best life as a pirate
Sailing cross the seas
Yeah I'm doing what I please
My best life as a pirate
Yeah I'm drinking lots of rum
Cos I love it
I'm living my best life as a pirate
Shoot a cannon through the door
Puke my guts up on the floor
The sun will soon be rising
And we're running out of time
So tonight we're gonna party
Like it's 1699
Don't give a fuck if we live or if we die
(You're a bunch of cunts, you're a bunch of wankers)
So raise your hook in the Caribbean sky
(Stick it up your butt, stick it up your arsehole)
We're on a quest to the middle of the sea
(Fuck the fucking land, fuck the fucking mountains)
So pour me a mug of banana daiquiri
(Banana daiquiri!)
I'm living my best life as a pirate
Sailing cross the seas
Yeah I'm doing what I please
My best life as a pirate
Yeah I'm drinking lots of rum
Cos I love it
I'm living my best life as a pirate
Shoot a cannon through the door
Puke my guts up on the floor
The sun will soon be rising
And we're running out of time
So tonight we're gonna party
Like it's 1699
I'm living my best life as a pirate
Sailing cross the seas
Yeah I'm doing what I please
My best life as a pirate
Yeah I'm drinking lots of rum
Cos I love it
I'm living my best life as a pirate
Shoot a cannon through the door
Puke my guts up on the floor
The sun will soon be rising
And we're running out of time
So tonight we're gonna party
Like it's 1699
Written by: Christopher Bowes, Michael Barber
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