Rowdy Soul

"Ok so, how do I even operate a boat like this?" Saucy asked patch.

"It's easy, and it's a ship. not a boat. Use the pirate term," Patch said.

"Ok, but how do I steer?" Saucy asked.

"Well, that's really easy, just...turn. That's it," Patch explained.

"ok. But I Just don't think I'm a good pirate," Saucy confessed.

"You might not be, but your better then all other 'pirates' I've asked haven't been good enough," Patch told him.

"Also, you seem to be too much of a good soul to be a captain," Suacy said.

"Good soul? GOOD SOUL!?" Patch yelled, bringing out the others. "I'M NO GOOD SOUL! I'M A ROWDY SOUL! I EVEN MADE A SONG! BOYS!" The others got out their instuments, while patch started singing.

"I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not
I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not"

"Do you not work?"

Come here dog and get your bone,
Tell me what shoulder you want it on.

"What?"

Pen of and penny on,
One more load and I'll be gone

I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not
I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not

"You said that already."

I didn't plant no corn,
Didn't plant not beans or mater's
I didn't plant no corn,
But damn them irish tater's

"You're Irish?"

I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not
I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not

I saw the captains coat
Just hangin on the wall
I stole the captains coat
And I wore it to a fancy ball

"Wait, You aren't that captain?"

I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not
I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not

Next time I build my house
Gonna build my chimney higher
Mud-daubers swarmin' around
Gonna put me out that fire

"What are you even talking about?"

I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not
I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not

Pass that jug around dear son
And I'll tell you a story
'Bout things with claws that scratch and bite
Like mares mean and gory

"I still don't get it,"

I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not
I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not

I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not
I'm a rowdy soul im a rowdy soul
And I don't care whether I work or not

"I did not get a single thing you said," Saucy told patch.

"Whatever, just swab the poop deck," Patch told him.

"Haha, he said poop," Saxton laughed.

Author's Note

First song!

See ya!