In spite of my name, and the pirate’s rhum in me
I’m not as Depp as your Johnny might be.
Though if you push your eyes and give it a try
I’ll kind of look like dead Ledger guy.
So drink up me, shooter, yo’ho
For the Ulrich I am to and fro.
Get me your candy and chocolate a handful
And put God a smile on my face, will you?
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