(Girl With The) Wooden Leg

Well, what's the use
Of a girl with a wooden leg?
And who needs a darling
Who always keeps her head?

A stone cross on the hillside
To mark the place
Where I first kissed you
One dreamy day.

And all the bells are ringing
Across the town
As you tear up your silver
And take off your gown.

And I'm no use
When I'm buried alive
I'd rather stretch my boots
Than walk 10,000 miles.

Well, what's the use
Of a girl with a wooden leg?
And who needs a darling
Who'll always keeps her head?

I'd rather drive a nail
Deep into your heart
Than have to live my life
In the back of a cart.

Oh, I kissed your neck
A thousand times
Yea, I kissed you darling
And that's the story of my life.

Well who needs a darling
Who'll never lose her head?
And what's the use?
What's the use?