Assassins have blood on their hands,
Teenagers have lust in their glands,
Addicts and junkies
Smoke and smell funky,
What carnal toll does derp command?
Assassins have blood on their hands,
Teenagers have lust in their glands,
Addicts and junkies
Smoke and smell funky,
What carnal toll does derp command?
Derp was walking on a dirt road
Carrying a tidy load.
Ten thousand in the canvass pack
That he carried on his back.
The money wasn't gained by work
But stolen from his job as clerk.
He'd share it with the country folk
Drinking shine and rolling smoke.
Country boys don't need much to live,
Country folk are glad to give
To help their own and help them hide
From police and FBI.
Derp didn't like city life,
Filled with drugs and crime and strife,
Jobs that don't lead anywhere,
Crowded streets and dirty air.
Derp eats fish caught in a stream,
He has a garden like a dream.
He'll shoot a deer when he needs meat,
And lives a life that's pretty sweet.
A criminal is called a perp,
A little jerk is called a twerp,
Armed robbers are crooks
Who get dirty looks;
But what in the world is a derp?