His Name Is Legs (Ladies And Gentleman)

I'm 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 he's Loopey Loo And when they look at his shoes He's a rocking sausage roll He gets it in the goal Healthy little 'brown affair' And when he washes his hair He'll 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 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 He's 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 don't play fools While Larry plays pool You'll hear him singing Oooh, oooh Oooh, oooh