The strap that holds their legs on It breaks and their waist is gone All they are is a pair of legs And a small hook for a head Unlike Lazy Joe They bend in the knees With all the kicks they know In a candy coffin they sleep What was once thought to be a disaster Now seems like a happy life there after Without the torso things are neat After all they are lighter on their feet Legman As time goes on Their joints loosen up Their spirits are still strong Their hooks still look up