To talk to God Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs

I'll be ready when the moment comes Only waited for the marching drums I'm gonna hit the ground running, hit the ground running It's a one way street with an open end And you never know what lies ahead But I always knew that this was it The signs were