From Scotland's Bonnie shores, we set sail In search of alcohol, the drunkard's holy grail 'Cause a pirate's life is empty without booze The situation's dire, we've got nothing to lose To England, we ride With vengeance on our minds We'll kill the monks, and get dead drunk Come on lads, it's cloister burning time! Buckfast powersmash Buckfast Powersmash Buckfast Powersmash Buckfast Powersmash I'm not sure what's in it except for caffeine Despite having drunk it since I was 13 It sells by the barrel in China and Spain I'll get drunk once more on that Lurgan Champagne Yeah, ah-ah-ah ♪ Buckfast Powersmash Buckfast Powersmash Buckfast Powersmash Buckfast Powersmash