Deppy Schleppy pirate hippy.
Tells himself “Why I’m so pretty.”
Took the money, ’cause he’s earthy.
But deep inside, he’s very hurty.
Deppy Schleppy, he’s no preppy.
Scissors in his hands with kleppy.
Trip a little here and there,
Now soon, the man will have no hair.
So I’ll say these words just once,
’cause I know he is no dunce.
Deppy Shleppy, are you ready?
Then ahoy and avast, and hold her steady.