Roll your leg over
And roll your leg over
And roll your leg over
It’s better that way
If all the young lassies were locks on a gate
Then I’d be the key to insert and rotate
If all the young lassies were boats on the ocean
Then I’d be the waves and I’d show ’em the motion
If all the young lassies were telephone poles
Then I’d be the squirrel to crack nuts in their holes
If all the young lassies were sheep in the clover
Then I’d ram and I’d ram and I’d ram ’em all over
If all the young lassies were winds of the sea
Then I’d be a sail and I’d let them blow me
If all the young laddies were pipes in the yard
Then after I drained ’em they’d still remain hard
If laddies were watches in shiny gold cases
Then I’d be the hands and I’d sit on their faces
If all the young laddies were camels to pack
I'd hump them all day, and I'd never spit back
If all the young laddies were coconuts sweet
Then I’d suck out their juices and chew on their meat
If all the young laddies were needles and pins
Then I’d be cushion to hold their pricks in
If all the young laddies were puppies full grown
Then I’d be the ground where they’d bury their bone
If all the young laddies were singing this song
It’d be over too quick and it’d be half as long