He made a run for his money   They called him Leggs to be funny   'Cause he broke a limb in a chase   When he stumbled on a race to the getaway      He was too small to be scary   But he was much smarter than many   And that kept him safe, in a way   But it never quite changed his existence      Oh, Leggs, how you've come from rags to riches   Still you're so afraid   To be left on your own   Oh, Leggs, how he's gone from bad to wishes   Still it's hard to believe that you're not all alone      Leggs could be cunning if needed   That's just the way he succeeded   Surviving sometimes to the test   That comes best, with their ruthlessness      But he could be so much better   He could be light as a feather   And that's how he came   He was never the same   Leggs got out alive   And now he's right      Oh, Leggs, how you've come from rags to riches   Still you're so afraid   To be left on your own   Oh, Leggs, how he's gone from bad to wishes   Still it's hard to believe that you're not all alone (x3)