The Plank

	I would walk the plank
	I would die with my boots on
	Like all good cowboys do
	And you could find the treasure on your shore
	Star spangled winter night
	Drags me up and out of bed
	I'm all riled up
	And I dream dream, dream, dream, dream
	Guys in ties and manly thighs
	Aren't supposed to hide their eyes
	Unless they have no alibis
	And then they must die in disguise