Boney Lyrics & Chords By The Widow's Bane

Old Bonaparte was a funny old fool;
He only stood five feet and had a broken tool.
But when he sat on the old bar stool
He could drink ya bully 'neath the table!
Aye boys, ya gotta be hard!
Always pack a blade when you're going to the bar.
Fly that flag; let 'em know who you are!
And kiss them ladies when you're able.
'Twas a balmy night in the south of France;
Louis had the floor; Boney wanted the dance.
We were all outnumbered but we took our chance
And the town was burning by morning!
If I don't get me grog tonight,
I swear by God, there's gonna be a fight.
If I don't kiss them rosy lips,
I swear by God I'm gonna sink this ship!
If we don't make Paris by dawn,
We'll be crowned kings in the noon day sun.
Louis, ya bastard, ya better run!
And the rest of the world take warning!