Golden Earring - Bloody Buccaneers Lyrics

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Bloody Buccaneers

Bloody Buccaneers Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Bloody Buccaneers By Golden Earring?
Hey-la hey-la hey-lo
I scratch the morning with a diamond Bucked the storm like a whore last night I'm goin' after that Spanish gallion Skull, bones and dangerous I got a tattoo big, always saved my life A burnin' heart with a stabbin' knife We swear by the bread and the wine More serious than any divine Hey-la hey-la hey-lo Mexican silver, shining gold Jewels, pearls and rhum in the hold I'm the alligator-law chewin' on your bait Ransackin loodin' you from stern to gate Last night I saw you against the moon My beautiful princess white as snow Nothing wrong about leaning on a shoulder When you're outta breath Ho ho let me escort you And take you to my cabin down below Ah, you bring the devil out in me Ah you make me sinn baby sinn baby Again and again Oh yeah bloody Buccaneer The crew's plottin' sharp for the prize So I lock the door and leave a note outside Any man break into this room Better prepare for death and doom I had my cutlasss on her neck Warm and white I told her I'm a pirate from the Skeleton Isles And I never forget the sweet things she said Ah, you bring the devil out in me Ah you make me sinn baby sinn baby Again and again Oh yeah bloody Buccaneer Mexican silver, Peruvian gold |
Who Wrote Bloody Buccaneers By Golden Earring?
Hay, Kooymans
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What's The Duration Of The Bloody Buccaneers By Golden Earring?The duration of Bloody Buccaneers is 4:49 minutes and seconds. |
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