At the sight of me, the Spaniards must be seasick to the molar
Plunder treasure galleons off the shores of Hispaniola
And if a ship done caught my eye
I went ahead and stole her

L'Ollonnais, Chevalier; everybody fears
They roasted men like manatees and washed them down with tears
I am the cruelest of all buccaneers

Lily-livered land lubbers, I put them to the cutlass
The greatest seafarers of lore wish they stayed ashore
And studied the atlas

We are the buccaneers of Hispaniola!
Buccaneers of Hispaniola!

Tighten up that woollen rope 'til your eye pops out of its socket
Hang you upside-down and take whatever comes out of your pocket
Slice you nice and thin so you'll fit in
Your widow's locket

I took on the bravest of the brave and gutted them gutless
My one man relentless pursuit of booty and loot
Put the Caribbean on the atlas

We are the buccaneers of Hispaniola!
Buccaneers of Hispaniola!

Bucc, bucc, bucc-bucc, bucc-bucc-buccaneers!
Bucc, bucc, bucc-bucc, bucc-bucc-buccaneers!
Bucc, bucc, bucc-bucc, bucc-bucc-buccaneers!
Bucc, bucc, bucc-bucc, bucc-bucc-buccaneers!