DESCRIPTION:
Released June 2013

Lyrics by Mathieu Lacombe and Pi Sailin' Cutler

A barrel of rum, a barrel of rum
we'll never say no to a barrels of rum

We set sail for Jamaica with sugar-laced barrels
to be filled with their rum as they called us all scoundrels
with a swallow, time three, we'll then set out to sea
to the north we shall sail, as drunk as can be

With the scullery maid to my cabin I'll stumble
like a true buccaneer, yeah we'll screw on the barrels
then I send her away and go dance on me deck
I'll drink me some more, until rum I will sweat

Mates stand up and rise as the captain arrives
with a flask in his hand, and a peg at his thigh
he drank himself drunk and kicked over his trunk
he grabbed a handful of plunder, "the world's ours" he thundered

We've been sailing for months, and for months we've been drunk
the rum gets so strong, I care not if we sunk
with red eyes, sweet home, we have finally reached
what was rum in a barrel, has now turned to Screech

What is that screech?
It's the rum, me son!