ROLL YOUR LEG OVER

If all the young ladies were little white rabbits I'd be a hare and I'd teach 'em bad habits

CHORUS:	Roll your leg over, roll your leg over Roll your leg over and do it again!

If all the young ladies were bricks in a pile I'd be a mason and lay them in style

If all the young laddies were cocks in the hay I'd beahen and I'dhaveagood lay

If all the young ladies were bats in a steeple And I were a bat there'd be more bats than people

If all the young ladies were bells in a tower And I were a clapper I'd bang every hour

If all the young laddies were fine silks and laces And I were an iron I'd sit on their faces

If all the young ladies were doors of stout wood And I were a knocker I'd bang 'em up good

If all the young ladies were stones in a mill And I were some grain, between them I'd spill

If all the young laddies were coconuts sweet I'd suck out their juices and chew on their meat

If all the yonng ladies were winds of the sea I'd be a sail and I'd let them blow me

If all the young ladies were birds in their nes~~ I'd be an egg and lie under their breasts

If all the young laddies were merry go rounds I'd mount up and we'd go up and down

If all the young ladies were locks on a gate I'd be a key and insert and rotate

If all the young ladies were pure as they say All the young men would be happy  and gay!

If all the young ladies were big wooden stairs They'd go up mine and I'd go down theirs

If all the young ladies were bottles of brew I'd pop their tops with my built in corkscrew

If all the young laddies were bottles of beer I'd give good head and they'd be of guod cheer

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Roll Your Leg Over (cont.)

If all the young ladies were sweet fruits and berries Id munch on melons and nibble on cherries

If all the young girls were like fish in a pool I'd be a shark with a waterproof tool

If all the young girls were like fish in the brookie I'd be a trout and get me some nookie

If all the young girls were like cows in the pasture I'd be a bull and fill them with rapture

If all the young girls were like mares in the stable I'd be a stallion and show them I'm able

I wish all the girls were like statues of Venus And I were equipped with a petrified penis

If all the young ladies were little red foxes And I were a hunter I'd shoot up their boxes

If all the young girls were like trees in the fi)rest And I were a woodsman, I'd split their clitoris

If all the young girls were like telephone poles I'd be a squirrel and stuff nuts in their holes

If all the young girls were like diamonds and rubies I'd be a jeweler and polish their boobies

If all the young girls were like coals in the stoker I'd be a fireman and shove in my poker

If all the young ladies belonged to the Ilorde I'd be a yakherd and -never- be bored!

If all the young ladies were singing this song It would be twice as bawdy, and six times as long!

		-- The Black Book of Locksley