Everything is dinkey doo
Everything that you do
You the King of Lah di da
Pretty very out far
Never over-sits he under-stands
Like the back of the hand
He should sing in a band
ooh ooh ooh
People think he's loopey loo
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]
ooh ooh ooh
Everyone from Oxford town
Way down to the Rio Grande
Knows his harbour quays, his skin tight hands
Are without seggs his name is Legs
Coolies sweating in Hong Kong
Run along to the Mardi Gras
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]
ooh ooh ooh