Testo His Name Is Legs

(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 [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 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 [talking] Oooh, oooh