(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 gra** 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