If all of the girls were bells in a tower
And I was a clapper, I’d bang one each hour
Go roll your leg over, roll your leg over
Roll your leg over the man in the moon.
If all of the girls were fish in the ocean
And I was a wave (or whale) I would teach them the motion.
If all of the girls were little white rabbits
And I was a hare, I would teach them bad habits.
If all them young ladies was little white kittens
And I was the tom cat, I’d give them new fittin’s
If all them young ladies was bats in a steeple
And I were a bat—there’d be more bats than people.
If all them young ladies was diamonds and rubies
And I were a jeweler, I’d shine up their boobies.
If all them young ladies was rushes a-growing,
I’d take out my scythe and set out a-mowing.
If all them young ladies was bricks on a pile,
Then I’d be the mason and I’d lay them in style.
If all the young ladies were singing this song
It would be twice as dirty and three times as long,