Some of the lyrics:

CHORUS: Roll your leg over and roll your leg over.
Roll your leg over, it's better that way.

VERSE: If all you young laddies were tarts in a pan,
I'd be the baker, and cream them by hand.

If all you young laddies were sick with infection,
I'd be by your side, and bring you to erection.

If all you young laddies were coconut trees,
I'd wrap my legs 'round, put your nuts 'tween my knees.