In scouts, we used to sing to the Popeye The Sailor Man tune:

I'm Popeye the sailor man,
I live in a garbage can.
I love to go swimmin'
With barenaked women,
I'm Popeye the sailor man.

I recall an old bluesy song with the verse:

Only one thing I don't understand
Why a bow-legged woman loves a knock-kneed man.