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!