Alley Oop of the seas I am..swing through coral reefs on vines of KELP to jam with the jellyfish, –come quick! to the rescue if I hear someone yell, “HELP” Alley Oop! the oceans’ king, that’s me..ride on backs of behemoth bottom crawlers no one has seen, nor believe exist; and if they did they will say, “They are extinct.” But they’re not, I own ’em, see? locks, stocks, ‘n’ gills. King Neptune, you are no longer King..Alley Oop’s on the scene! Aquaman, Beware! jelly-fishes are in your hair! their voltages will cure your underwater acne; and insomnia’s, too! and they will jump-start your underwater electric-car for you, –it won’t get you far, before there’s a underwater fire! but maybe far enough in time to stay out the way of Alley Oop..caveman of the oceans, King! of the underwater jive. Make my home high in the craggy rocks..wear gutted Moray-eels for socks. No one hears me come and go, Roar of bubbles! ‘s all they know. If travelers topside send me a S.O.S., I may answer their calls of distress, if I’m..In the mood. Do you think that’s rude? Well excuse me!! dude. I am Alley Oop, underwater cave dweller, king! of all the sea monkeys. You must recognize that..I do as I please. Got..harem of mermaids to iron my shirt..Stables of sea-horses on alert, get me where I need to go, yeah..Let’s go, Brando! Yeah, that’s me. Godfather of the Seventh Sea. Sea-ya later!