My old blue jeans have been down this road,
My sneaker’s are worn and tired,
The fight in the dog,
Bends down to the floor,
And my heart can’t take it any more…
(Yeah, My heart can’t take it anymore.)

You look so fine, you look like mine,
On a summer’s day,
You lookin’ so sweet, you lookin’ so neat,
On a summer’s day,
But the queen was stolen from the king’s bed,
Bedraggled and off to sea,
Polluted by your dirty words,
Charmed by a sweet caress.
(Charmed by a sweet caress.)

Rings of vision confront my eyes,
Tears are forgotten and left,
But the pain and hurt,
Haunts my every footstep,
Tell me why Mr Calico Jack?
(Why Mr Calico Jack)

With a swift movement pen touches page,
But words have often deceived me,
How do I tell what’s love from hate?
When you’re whispering into my ear?
Oh! Mr Calico Jack!
(Oh! Mr Calico Jack!)

You look so fine, you look like mine,
On a summer’s day,
You lookin’ so sweet, you lookin’ so neat,
On a summer’s day,
Yeah and as the king yelled out and fell down in despair,
The pirate sailed away,
Tossing her heart to the seven seas,
Breaking it piece by piece…
(Breaking it piece by piece)

You’re a buccaneer of the worst degree,
You’re smile as sharp as your sword,
And behind that eye-patch,
Lurks the darkest creature,
That I wish I’d noticed before,
(Wish I’d noticed it before)

You picked me up, drew my strings,
And played me like a marionette,
Tried to brake free,
But the bonds too strong,
Oh, let go Mr Calico Jack!
(Let go Mr Calico Jack)

‘Cause you look so fine, you look like mine,
On a summer’s day,
Oh, you lookin’ so sweet, you lookin’ so neat,
On a summer’s day,
And as the wind rushes past the hurling sea,
Anne Bonny is gone and so am I,
We lost our fight,
And we’re trying to get back,
But we fell for Calico Jack,
(Fell for Calico Jack)

Seduced by a devil in disguise,
Looking for something new,
Adventure apprised,
To my naïve eyes,
Taken by Mr Calico Jack,
(Mr Calico Jack)

Yeah,
Cause he looked so fine, he looked like mine,
On a summer’s day,
He looked so sweet, he looked so neat,
On a summer’s day,
I hope my heart will never deceive me again,
I hope it will lead to someone just and true,
‘Cause if I ever fall for your sort again,
Well,
My jeans are worn and tired.
(Oh, Mr Calico Jack,
Oh, Mr Calico Jack,
Oh, Mr Calico Jack.)