(Grace Slick, Jack Casady)

Long John Silver ring in his ear

He's the hero, make that clear

Does the same thing his father did

Sailing around the Caribbean

Robing king with his talking parrot

This time I think he's on the high side

Scabs are forming, scraped his knee

Guards are warning a bad man is free

He's like electric clock that needs no winding

Keeps the time without your hands

Western feet need no binding take

A barefoot run through old Japan

He's seen a thousand countries

They're all the same

Some men crazy, some men sane

But all men are ruled by a flag or a game

He knows Nobody's got you

If you don't sign your name

Long John Silver serves no king

No land holds him, that's why he feels like singing

Every country now and then

Roars like Irish, drunk and singing

Every monk will now and then

Call his men to hear the wenches night bells ringing