| She’s built the wrong way round |
| Turns a yeah into a nay |
| Acts like a horse treat her worse |
| Until your voice goes hoarse |
| She’ll turn your friends into sheriff |
| And what’s more she’s built the wrong way round |
| You never know which way she’ll go |
| You reach high when she’s way down below |
| Her feet smell her nose runs |
| She can sniff an Indian at fifty guns |
| She’s so soft she makes it hard |
| And what’s more she’s built the wrong way round |
| Never wears a hat outside her face |
| Shields the sun from her gaze |
| Starts at the end in a maze — amazing! |
| She’s built the wrong way round |
| Wakes you up puts you to sleep |
| Closes her eyes just to take a peep |
| Little Bo peep follows her sheep |
| Wears a big woolen jersey |
| Makes her flesh get up and creep |
| She’s built the wrong way round |
| But it’s the right way for me! |