The fresh Pirate of Bel Air - Pirate Version of the Will Smith Classic

"Keep my wife's Rum out of your f****** mouth!" - Captain Smith.

Lyrics:
Aye, me hearty, here be a tale most grand,
Of how me life flipped like treasure in me hand.
Sit ye down, grab a grog, lend me yer ear,
An' I'll tell ye how I became prince o' a town called Bel-Air.

In the West Indies, where I was spawned,
On the docks and the beaches, I did abscond.
Spinnin’ tales, playin’ dice, takin’ me ease,
With a fair breeze blowin’ o’er the seven seas.
But a pair o’ scallywags, up to no good,
Started causin’ mayhem in me neighborhood.
I got in a scrap, an’ me ma gave a shout,
"Ye’re shippin’ out to yer kin, no doubt!"

I pleaded and begged, “Don’t make me go!”
But she packed me chest and said, "Yo ho ho!"
She gave me a peck an’ me passage she bought,
I grabbed me spyglass and boarded the yacht.
First class, says I, this be the life!
Drinkin’ me rum from a goblet so rife.
"Is this how the lords o’ Bel-Air all fare?
Arr, this might be a haven most rare!"

But wait, says I, "They be posh an’ grand,
Too proper for a buccaneer o’ this band.
Could this fine port take to a pirate like me?
We’ll find out soon when we’re dockin’ at sea."

The ship made berth, an’ I climbed ashore,
Where a captain waitin’ held a scroll an’ more.
I wasn’t keen on landlocked chains,
So I dashed with speed, like wind ‘cross the mains.
I whistled for a carriage—aye, a wild one too,
The sign on it read "Fresh," with dice in view.
"If aught be said, this vessel be rare,
But onward, matey, to the port o’ Bel-Air!"

I weighed anchor at the house near seven or eight,
An’ hollered to the driver, “Avast, ye’re great!”
I gazed at me prize, me treasure so fair,
To sit on me throne as the Prince o’ Bel-Air.

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