Shaggy had dandruff
In his armpits and his crutch
Cures, he would not hear of
And combs, he’d hardly touch
He quickly picked up clinkers
In the cracks of his arse
It drove his mother crackers
Saw him as a horse

Perhaps a lack of hygiene
Was the basic cause
Ma was scared of gangrene
One of Nature’s flaws
Then Shaggy met a preacher
A very angry man
Called him a dirty creature
Said Hell’s reserved for him

So Shaggy changed his ways
And became very clean
He’d been going through a phase
Of betwixt and between


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