Long legs stand tall against harsh savannah lands,
Long legs unphased by the harsh savannah sands.
Long legs help you eat from the tall acacia trees,
Long legs to let you tower over all the eye sees.
Long legs for you to always reach up toward the stars,
Long legs make it kind of hard for you to play guitars.
There once was a man from Calcutta.
Who baked all his bread without butta.
The bread was a dread;
So t'was off with his head.
And the king, he soon hired anotha.
Long legs stand tall against harsh savannah lands,
Long legs unphased by the harsh savannah sands.
Long legs help you eat from the tall acacia trees,
Long legs to let you tower over all the eye sees.
Long legs for you to always reach up toward the stars,
Long legs make it kind of hard for you to play guitars.
There once was a man from Calcutta.
Who baked all his bread without butta.
The bread was a dread;
So t'was off with his head.
And the king, he soon hired anotha.