283.  ROLL YOUR LEG OVER
Melody--Oh, Sally, My Dear

If all the young girls were like fish in the ocean,
I'd be a whale and I'd show them the motion.

CHORUS: Oh, roll your leg over, oh, roll your leg over,
Roll your leg over the man in the moon.

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 I'd get me some nookie.

If all the young girls were like winds on the sea,
I'd be a sail and I'd have them blow me.

If all the young girls were like cows in the pasture,
I'd be a bull and I'd 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.

If all the young girls were like bricks in a pile,
I'd be a mason and lay them in style.

If all the young girls were like bells in a tower,
I'd be a clapper and bang them each hour.

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 gals down in Sydney,
I ain't got much left but I've still got one kidney.

If all the young girls were like B-29s,
I'd be a jet fighter and buzz their behinds.

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

If all the young girls were like statues of Venus,
And I were equipped with a petrified penis. 

If all the young girls were like Gypsy Rose Lee,
I'd be a G-string; oh boy, what I'd see.

If all the young girls were like sheep in the clover,
I'd be a ram and I'd ram them all over. 

If all the young girls were like pancakes in Texas,
I'd be a Texan and eat them for breakfast.

If all the young girls were like grapes on the vine,
I'd be a plucker and have me a time.

If all the young girls were singing this song,
It'd be twice as dirty and five times as long.

If all the young girls were like trees in the forest,
I'd be a woodsman and climb their clitoris.

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

If all the young girls were like little white flowers
I'd be a bee and suck them for hours.

If all the young girls were linear spaces,
And I were a vector, I'd aim for their bases.

If all the young girls wore dresses with patches,
I'd tear off their patches to get at their snatches. 

If all the young girls were vessels of clay
I'd be a potter and make them all day.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)