Scrappers

Papa, did you quit your job
Punch the man who said those things
Did you sell the car and buy a truck and start the scrapping enterprise
Papa, is that your plan
Papa, what a plan
Papa, is that your plan
Papa, what a plan
We'll be pirates

The cool night air will fill our lungs
And songs, we'll sing eachother
I am small, but you will come
To trust me like a brother
We'll be pirates

We'll be pirates
We'll be pirates
We'll be pirates
We'll be pirates
We'll be pirates
We'll be pirates
We'll be