If I were a piece of gold...
hidden in a treasure hold
Sailing through seas of
crashing thunder
I'd consider nothing finer...
than a pirate with eyeliner
Overtaking me for purposes
of plunder
Nutty about caviar...
black pearls in a silver jar
Be they osetra or sevruga
But I find more fascination...
packed in his pronunciation
When he wraps his salty lips
around "Tortuga"
I steer clear of the cutting edge
I'm not hip to what's hep
But I can savvy Johnny Depp
Midnite on a tropic beach...
moonlite on his golden teeth
Me and the scallywag, marooned
Just a little rum'll do us...
sends a little fire through us
Pretty soon the moment's
headed straight towards opportune
I steer clear from the cutting edge
I'm not hip to what's hep
But I can savvy Johnny Depp