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

Wooden leg, wooden leg, wooden leg I've got a wooden leg, wooden leg I've got a leg, it's made out of wood I bought it in a tavern from a gnarly old dude When I got shot to pieces by a cannon ball It cut me down to size, I used to be quite tall A couple