THE CURSE OF CAPTAIN FINDUS

Freezing fisherman
He has no mercy for the cod
Seasoned buccaneer
He will drag his net

Against the coast guard who wants to investigate his misdeeds
Despite the fishing ban, he throws the bait to plunder
He gives no escape to the prawn and will clear every mackerel
He will turn it into a golden fillet!

Fish! Bread! Freeze!
Store in the fridge
Fry! Garnish! Plate!
On the table of the Italians


Captain Findus, against the rancid Azdomar
Captain Findus, the scourge of the seven seas
Always accustomed to adventure and crispy breading
He is Captain Findus
Breadcrumb and freedom! Arrr!

The scourge of every coast
He has no equals
His crew is the toughest
Prepared for feasting

His keel is a shell designed to ram
With fragrant and explosive sticks to board
Like a wave his batter will overwhelm Lord Riomare
And Admiral Bofrost turns to shrimps!


One is the cod fillet
Two are the crab claws
Seven are the seven seas
160 are the grams of goodness in olive oil!

His hubs are underage, but there's nothing to doubt
They have the releases, signed by mom and dad
It must be said that the captain gives a few too many caresses
But it's not from these things that a fisherman is judged!

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