BETTY JEAN												DK
(Original lyrics and music)

My Betty was a pirate, an English privateer,
And served as bos'n's mate aboard the Cockney Gondolier.
They didn't come much braver, not many were as bold.
She did it for excitement, for the thrill and for the gold.

CHORUS:	Betty Jean, Betty Jean; I miss my Betty Jean,
And when she smiled, she looked just like an angry wolverine.
But she was cut to ribbons and then blown to smithereens...
My heart is gone forever, just like my Betty Jean.

One day her ship encountered a rather juicy prize
A merchantman appeared before the lookout's eagle-eyes.
Her cannon started firing once they got into range;
The merchant fired back as well, an unexpected change.

The crews fought through to sunset, and though they gave their all,
Concurrently depleted their supplies of cannonballs.
The pirate ship was closing, the merchant ship to board
With Betty set to lead 'em 'cross to take the merchant's hoard.

CHORUS

The Captain of the merchantman, though faced with sure defeat
Mustered all his forces, his attackers for to meet.
Then in a desp'rate gamble, ordered all the galley's knives
Brought to the closest cannon and then loaded them inside.

Betty Jean stood on the railing; she must have been a sight.
A torch was in her left hand and a cutlass in her right
She leapt across without a care while bellowing, "Avast!"
And that is why she never heard -- but felt - the cannon blast.

CHORUS

The knives, propelled by powder, came a-whistling through the night
And met my Betty as she reached the apex of her flight.
She landed, bloodied, on the ship, the distance she had cleared,
But tumbled 'cross the merchant's deck and quickly disappeared.

The merchant Captain smiled as if he thought he'd have a chance,
But then the sound of thunder made him shake and wet his pants.
'Cause in the space of seconds they'd forgotten Betty Jean
But Betty and her torch had found their powder magazine.

Betty Jean, Betty Jean; I miss my Betty Jean,
No more will I gaze lovingly into her eye of green.
'Cause she was cut to ribbons and then blown to smithereens...
My heart is gone forever, just like my Betty Jean.
My heart is gone forever, just like my Betty Jean.