If all them young ladies were little white rabbits,
I'd be a buck and I'd teach 'em bad habits.
Chorus:
Roll your leg over, roll your leg over,
Roll your leg over the man in the moon.
If all them young ladies were grapes on the vine,
I'd be a plucker and I'd have me a time,
Chorus.
If all them young ladies were sheep in the clover,
I'd be a Ram and I'd ram 'em all over.
Chorus.
If all them young ladies were fish in the ocean,
I'd be a shark and I'd raise a commotion.
Chorus.
if all them young ladies were little white vixen,
I'd be a fox and I'd chase 'em and fix 'em.
Chorus.
If all them young ladies were bats in the steeple,
I'd be a Bat there'd be more bats than people.
Chorus.
If all them young ladies were bricks in a pile,
I'd be a Brickie and lay them in style.
Chorus.
Now there's some who would hide 'em conceal 'em or bind 'em,
But hid or forbid I'm the kid that'd find 'em.
Chorus.
Now if all them young ladies were singing this song,
It would be five times as dirty and ten times as long!
Chorus.
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