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title: "Lana Del Arr's ‘Ultrapirates’ (parody lyrics for songs from Lana Del Rey’s ‘Ultraviolence’",
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id: "lana-del-arr-ultrapirates-parody-lyrics",
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date: ~N[2018-11-09 13:30:00],
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author: "Adam Piontek",
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tags: ["song", "lyrics", "lanadelrey", "music", "parody", "pirates"],
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}
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---
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A couple years back I was into the idea of Lana Del Rey's album "Ultraviolence" as a pirate-themed album. My family joked about a version called "Ultrapirates."
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Naturally I ended up writing some alternate lyrics. There's only two; I never got around to doing "Buccaneer Baby" (for "Brooklyn Baby"). Anyway, I figured I should put them online for posterity…
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### Songs by Lana Del Arr, from the hit album "Ultrapirates"
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(credit to Katie for the title & artist)
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- ["Florida Cargo" (to the tune of "Florida Kilos")](#florida-cargo)
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- ["The Other Schooner" (to the tune of "The Other Woman")](#other-schooner)
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#### "Florida Cargo" (to the tune of "Florida Kilos")
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<a name="florida-cargo"></a>
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White shine, royal sailor, doubloons,
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Don't you see them gleam,
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They're special, just for you.
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White palms, black gun powder on the move,
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Sailin' for a dream,
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Stowin' diamonds in the hold.
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I feel you, royal sailor, feel me,
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Leavin' us is hard, joinin' us is free.
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We fly false flag, fly false flag on each go,
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But you already know that, you already know.
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Come on down to Florida,
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We got somethin' for ya.
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We could steal the cargo
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From the keys, sailor, arr yeah.
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Guns in the summertime,
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Don't get scurvy, eat a lime.
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Prison isn't nothin' to us,
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If ye'll be on our side.
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Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho,
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And all the rope things
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Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho.
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Gold on your ears in round hoops,
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You'll like us royal sailor,
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If you like lots of loot.
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White shine, from the silver in your teeth,
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Or wear it in your beard,
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Or round your neck beneath.
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Come on down to Florida,
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We got somethin' for ya.
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We could steal the cargo
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From the keys, sailor, arr yeah.
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Guns in the summertime,
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Don't get scurvy, eat a lime.
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Prison isn't nothin' to us,
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If ye'll be on our side.
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Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho,
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And all the rope things
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Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho.
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We could dry dock in Port Royal,
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Arr, drink the night away.
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Parrots even drink in Port Royal,
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Arr, that's what they all say.
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(You believe us, don't you, sailor?)
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Come on down to Florida,
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We got somethin' for ya.
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We could steal the cargo,
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From the keys, sailor, arr yeah.
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Guns in the summertime,
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Don't get scurvy, eat a lime.
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Prison isn't nothin' to us,
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If ye'll be on our side.
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Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho,
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All the Floridians say,
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Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho,
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All the Colombians say,
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Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho,
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And all my shipmates,
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Yo-ho, yo-ho, yo-ho.
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That's how we do it like.
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Mm, arr, royal sailor,
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White shine, royal sailor,
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Gold teeth, royal sailor, yeah,
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Drink the night away.
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#### "The Other Schooner" (to the tune of "The Other Woman")
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<a name="other-schooner"></a>
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The other schooner has time to trim and furl her sails
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The other schooner is perfect where her rival fails
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And she's never seen with caulking in her hull anywhere
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The other schooner is always filled with French doubloons
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The other schooner has fresh taught rope for every boom
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There are never rats that scatter everywhere
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And when each sailor comes to call
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He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen
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'Cause to be by her side it's such a change from old routine
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But the other schooner will always have you on the swab
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The other schooner will never let you have some grog
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And as the years go by the other schooner will bore you to the bone
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The bone
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The bone
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