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🎶 “Rumhemian Rhapsody” — a darkly comic Sea Shanty parody of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody!
Join a doomed pirate as he confesses his sins, curses the storm, and faces the hangman’s rope — all in glorious shanty harmony.
⚓ Raise the black, pour the rum, and let the wind decide your fate.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Is this the sea, aye, or just me doom?
Caught in a squall, no map nor room.
Raise up the sails, let the cannons boom,
I’m just a poor lad, no coin for me tomb.

‘Cause the tide’s easy come, easy go,
Treasure high, spirits low,
Any way the wind’ll blow,
Maties, that’s how it be.

[Verse 2]
Cap’n, I just killed a man,
Put a cutlass ‘gainst his head,
Pulled the trigger—now he’s dead.
Cap’n, I’ve just run me crew,
Now I’ve gone and thrown me soul away.

[Chorus]
Cap’n! Ooooh!
Didn’t mean to make ye cry,
But if I ain’t back from sea this time tomorrow,
Hoist the black, hoist the black,
For nothin’ really anchors me.

[Verse 3]
Too late, the storm has come,
Thunder rollin’ down me spine,
Rum and sin, they intertwine.
Goodbye, me wench and kin,
Got to sail the seven sins and face the wind.

[Chorus]
Cap’n! Ooooh! (the waves begin to moan)
I don’t wanna die,
Sometimes wish I’d never left Port Royal at all!

[Bridge]
I see a little silhouetto of a man!
Scaramaroon! Scaramaroon!
Will ye steal me doubloons, though?
Thunderbolts and lightning, very, very frightenin’—Yo!

(Galle-o! Galle-o!) Galleon Magnifico!

But I’m just a deckhand, nobody loves me—
He’s just a deckhand from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity!

[Pre-Chorus]
Easy come, easy go—will ye let me go?
Cap’n Blackbeard! “No! We’ll not let ye go!”
(Let me go!)
“We’ll not let ye go!”
(Let me go!)
“Never! Never let ye go!”
“Never let ye go—Aye!”

[Bridge]
So ye think ye can scuttle me ship and still grin?
So ye think ye can take me rum and let me spin?
Oh, sailor, can’t do this to me, sailor—
I’ll be back with me cutlass in tow!

[Chorus]
(Out on the sea, out on the sea!)
Nothin’ really anchors,
Anyone can see,
Nothin’ really anchors me…
‘Cept the deep blue sea…

[Outro]
(Softly, over creaking timbers)
Anyway the wind’ll blow…
The tide takes all… below.