May 21, 2011

A Special Post for my Bro and Dad

Dear Dad and TN,

The Boys' Choral Director is constantly trying to find songs that the boys might ENJOY singing. He has them sing fun songs, sometimes very animated. We always wonder what he's going to throw in.

Thursday's performance was no exception. I'm buying the DVD so you can see it in July, but if it gets downloaded onto Youtube I will post it, because YOU would have loved it.

The Choral Director came out dressed as a Pirate, complete with jacket, hat, and... a hook for his hand. He spoke to us in Pirate talk and then all the boys pulled out bandanas and eye patches.

They sang... The Pirate Song and it was hysterical. The best entertaining rendition I have found is below. It's taken from a balcony so it's grainy and tough at times, but the Conductor is a riot, like ours is. You can find others on Youtube, but I just thought this was the funniest. Our group is of course, 10 years younger and 1/4 the size of the Texas All State Men's Choral group... but it was still as dang funny as this.

Enjoy their version.

And I put the words at the bottom so you can read along, since it's tough to understand, especially the part about the parrot. Oh, and when the Conductor turns around and everyone laughs, I think it's because he has a hook on his hand.

Love you!



Embiggen the Youtube for the best effect.

I don't why the line, "My pirate comes from Tri- poliiii" cracks me up.


A pirate sang a song to me.
He sang of life upon the sea.
He sang to me with gravel tones.
He sang to me of Billy Bones.

Pirates make me happy.

A pirate sang a song to me.
He had no leg below his knee.
He sang the song the best he could;
his tongue was also made of wood.

For romance, find a pirate

Ar, ar,
ar, ar, ar, ar, ar,
ar, ar, ar, ar,
ar, ar, ar, ar, ar, ar

ar, ar,
ar, ar, ar, ar, ar,
ar, ar, ar, ar,
ar, ar, ar, ar, ar, ar

My pirate comes from Tripoli;
my pirate curses saltily.
My pirate is not snooty;
my pirate shakes his booty.
My pirate swabs the deck;
like no one else can swab the deck.

My pirate sang a song to me;
his face was kind of barnacle-y.
He told me that my parrot stank,
and so I made him walk the plank.



Posted by Boudicca at May 21, 2011 09:46 PM

Arrrr I wanna see me-self some pint sized pirates!

Posted by: mom at May 22, 2011 10:06 AM

Mom, I know! Right?! I hope someone downloaded it. I know someone taped it, and she said she was putting it on youtube, but I have yet to find it. It's a flipping riot...

Talking about pirates in these harmonious voices. We were laughing hysterically, in particular when they broke out the bandanas and eye patches...

Funnier still is my little pirate who goes around the house singing this song...

Posted by: Bou at May 22, 2011 11:05 AM

That is freakin' hilarious.

Posted by: Ted at May 22, 2011 05:22 PM

What Brad said.

Posted by: Toluca Nole at May 25, 2011 04:18 PM