Fifteen Orks on a dead man’s hulk,
Lookin’ down the barrel of
a gun,
Gruntin’ to each other
through big, sharp teeth,
Sayin’ “This one’ll give us
some fun”
Fourteen Orks on a humie’s
ship,
Killin’ anything that isn’t
green,
Gruntin’ to each other
through big, sharp teeth,
Sayin’ “Times be getting’
lean”
Thirteen Orks with the
Captain’s chest,
Hopin’ to quench their
greedy thirst,
Gruntin’ to each other
through big, sharp teeth
Sayin’ “I was da wun dat
saw it first”
One lone Ork left to steal
the loot,
Wishin’ it hadn’t turned
out so,
Gruntin’ to itself
through big, sharp teeth
Sayin’ “I shoulda let the
pilot go