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Pirate Girls Nine
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What Are The Lyrics For Pirate Girls Nine By They Might Be Giants?
Listen children, hear this story
That will take you around the world In the belly of the vessels Stowed away nine pirate girls Nine pirate girls, pirate girls, pirate girls nine (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine) One named Polly had a parrot The second named Polly had a parrot too That's the part that is confusing And they were identical twins The third was Nancy, she was fancy Walked around with a fake tattoo And four through nine were all named Peggy And each one only wore one shoe Nine pirate girls, pirate girls, pirate girls nine (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine) Legend grew about their daring Never did they walk the plank They all shared one golden earring And the truth is they all stank If you finished all your homework Brushed your teeth and done your chores And it's not too past your bedtime Then your folks might tell you more of the Pirate girls, pirate girls, pirate girls nine (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine) Pirate girls, pirate girls, pirate girls nine (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine) |
Who Wrote Pirate Girls Nine By They Might Be Giants?
John Flansburgh, John Linnell
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What's The Duration Of The Pirate Girls Nine By They Might Be Giants?The duration of Pirate Girls Nine is 1:22 minutes and seconds. |
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