She's built the wrong way round   Turns a yeah into a nay   Acts like a horse treat her worse   Until your voice goes hoarse   She'll turn your friends into sheriff   And what's more she's built the wrong way round   You never know which way she'll go   You reach high when she's way down below   Her feet smell her nose runs   She can sniff an Indian at fifty guns   She's so soft she makes it hard   And what's more she's built the wrong way round      Never wears a hat outside her face   Shields the sun from her gaze   Starts at the end in a maze - amazing!   She's built the wrong way round   Wakes you up puts you to sleep   Closes her eyes just to take a peep   Little Bo peep follows her sheep   Wears a big woolen jersey   Makes her flesh get up and creep   She's built the wrong way round   But it's the right way for me!