(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