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His Name Is Legs (Ladies And Gentlemen)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 26.09.2012

(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


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