His Name Is Legs (Ladies and Gentleman) - George Harrison

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