100 lampposts a minute

I’m a pirate that should not be: Robbing markets and stands. I sail away in a cart that I stole, hoisting my flag made from your pants. You curse and you cry, and I laugh in disguise, watching the havoc I made. Ahh nothing like a plunder, stashing tofu and cucumber while going quicker than thunder on a reckless crusade.

It’s downhill me boys!

That’s what I scream or that’s what I shout, never really cared for what words were about, cause I’m going a 100 lampposts a minute and the brakes I haven’t figured out.

So, I ask: why wear a tie when you can hang with me and my crew?
We got a streetworthy vessel, chips, and tofu.