His Name Is Legs (Ladies and Gentlemen)

(Im not cheating)

Oooh, oooh

Everything is dinky doo

Everything you do

You, the king of la-di-da

Pretty very out far

Never oversits, he understands

Like the back of the hand

He should sing in a band, oh yeah

Oooh, oooh

People think hes loopey loo

And when they look at his shoes

Hes a rocking sausage roll

He gets it in the goal

Healthy little brown affair

And when he washes his hair

Hell get a round or a square

Get them singing

Oooh, oooh

Everyone from oxford town

Way down to the rio grande

Knows his harbour quays

His skin tight hands, without seggs

His name is legs

[talking]

Oooh, oooh

Coolies sweating in hong kong

Run along to the mardi grass

Risking asian flu to meet the man

Who lays the eggs

His name is legs

Hes a cure for whooping cough

And if the going gets rough

Get lined up, come sikh, come czar

No matter who you are

We could get along and slide a rule

And if you dont play fools

While larry plays pool

Youll hear him singing

Oooh, oooh

[talking]

Oooh, oooh