His name is legs (ladies and gentlemen)

(I'm not cheating) Oooh, oooh Everything is Dinky Doo Everything you do You, the king of La-Di-Da Pretty very out far Never oversits, he understands Like the back of the hand He should sing in a band, oh yeah Oooh, oooh People think he's Loopey Loo And when they look at his shoes He's a rocking sausage roll He gets it in the goal Healthy little 'brown affair' And when he washes his hair He'll get a round or a square Get them singing Oooh, oooh Everyone from Oxford town Way down to the Rio Grande Knows his harbour quays His skin tight hands, without seggs His name is Legs