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 of drinks, to dull the pain

I stood up on my leg and began to fight again

When all of a sudden, can you believe

A cannonball hit me in the other knee

Ah you spanish bastards!Wooden leg, wooden leg, wooden leg

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I've got a wooden leg, wooden legNow both of my legs, are made of wood

The future's looking grim, it doesn't seem good

So I drink all day and I drink all night

I get really drunk and get into a fight

With a samurai guy with ninja skills

He beats me up til I'm nearly killed

I ask him for mercy, do me no harm

But the bastard chops off both my arms

Ah you japanese bastards!Wooden leg, wooden leg, wooden leg

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Songwriters

BOWES, CHRISTOPHER / LAMMERT, LASSE / MURDOCK, GARETHPublished by

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