Passed out on a massive brig
Woke up to a whispering kid
He's got a map and he knows where he ain't
With a rusty old compass kinda charming and quaint
And so we threw a mutiny steered
Straight towards the sun
And we stole the cursed treasure
It was risky but fun
It's a decade later and for years we've been lost
Cursed treasure at a terrible cost
And the whole ship sank, water murky and cold
And my friend swam home
But I was tired and old
And so I
Let go, water filling my lungs
Until I heard a funny voice
Like someone speaking in tongues and then I
Woke up water logged to the bone
A skeleton with no place to call home except the
Ocean floor, not such a bad place to live
And now I spend my days all searching for the skeleton kid!
Oh!
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
Dead men do tell tales
But they're all tired and old
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
Dead men do tell tales
But they're all tired and old
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
And dead men do tell tales
But they're all tired and old
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
Dead men do tell tales
But they're all tired and old
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
Dead men do tell tales
But they're all tired and old
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold
All that glitters is gold!