Shiver me timbres! (an' me pitches, an' me bass...)

In honor of t'day bein' International Talk Like A Pirate Day, I figgered I'd list me some o' the piratical an' sea-goin' chanties that warm the cockles o' me satyrical satirical heart:

• "The Last Saskatchewan Pirate" by The Arrogant Worms
• "Privateers of the Public Airwaves" by The Foremen
• "You Don't Know Jack" by our very own lukeski
• "Bend Over, Greek Sailor," as performed by Clam Chowder ('t'aint a pirate song, strickly speakin', but I knows a few swabbies what'd appreciate it...)
• "Men" by Martin Mull (same bloody notation as "BOGS" above)
• "The Clean Song" by Oscar Brand
• "Buccaneer Rap," "Captain Morgan" and "The Spanish Armada," all by th' Boogie Knights
• "The Lincoln Park Pirates" as recorded by Frank "U. Scum" Hayes
• "Accountancy Chanty," from th' opening "Crimson Permanent Assurance" segment in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life
  
• An' o'course, we can't be fergittin' Cap'n Smitty's official anthem of th' festivities, "Talk Like A Pirate Day"

Any swashbucklin' songs or deep-sea ditties ye care t' add, post 'em here. GRRRR! ARRGH!

Wit vs. humor: Ya either got it or ya don't

Humor in general ranges from the puerile and juvenile ("He said 'boob'...heh-heh, heh-heh") to the cheap and easy (see most of the puns slung around here) to the viscerally funny ("But 'Football to the Groin' has a football to the groin!"). But true wit—humor derived from high erudition and intelligence, often spontaneously and at short notice, and just as often involving inspired wordplay—is far more rare.

The Brits seem to have a genetic source of it; so many of the greatest exemplars have come from the British Isles. Examples abound, from the late David Niven's famous comment on the streaker upstaging him at the Academy Awards ("The saddest part of all this is that the biggest laugh that man will ever get is for stripping on national television and showing off his shortcomings") to the legendary battles between Winston Churchill and his longtime nemesis Lady Astor (Astor: "Winston, if you were my husband, I should poison your tea." Churchill: "Madam, if I were your husband, I should drink it!") to the human bon mot factory that was Oscar Wilde (Customs agent at a U.S. port: "Anything to declare?" Wilde: "Only my genius!").

But our country, being born from theirs, has also had its share of wits. There was almost the entire membership of the legendary Algonquin Round Table, Groucho Marx ("I would never join the kind of club that would have me as a member") and Dr. Benjamin Franklin ("We must all hang together, or we shall assuredly all hang separately") and the folksier, but no less pungent, style of the late Will Rogers ("I don't belong to any organized political party...I'm a Democrat"). Then there was the NYC theater critic writing of an actress whose emotional range "ran the gamut from A to B" and, when writing a review that was mostly positive but picked a few nits, was accused by the producer of "praising with faint 'damn's."

Got any samples of wit on that level to share?