Lyrics

Legs Like That

Was a Saturday game in the seventh inning
The beer was flowing, the Braves were winning
When T-roy jabbed an elbow in my side
I looked up, got a lump in my throat
As this tall blonde in the very front row
Turned around, started walking up the aisle
Mama taught me, it ain't polite to stare
But with the view I had, I didn't care

Cause when you got legs like that, what's a man to do?
Coppertone gold and buttermilk smooth
Long and lean and gleaming in the sun
When you got legs like that walking that way
A red-blooded man can't be blamed
For plumb forgetting how he's s'posed to act
Looking at legs like that

Well, I had to laugh -- it wasn't just us
Every guy in section twenty-one
Was staring at her like they'd never seen a girl before
They were straining their eyes, craning their necks
Trying to get as good a look as they could get
You could've picked their jaws up off the concrete floor
She must've known she caused a stir as she walked by
She just laughed out loud and rolled her eyes

But when you got legs like that, what's a man to do?
Coppertone gold and buttermilk smooth
Long and lean and gleaming in the sun
When you got legs like that walking that way
A red-blooded man can't be blamed
For plumb forgetting how he's s'posed to act
Looking at legs like that

I bet the cameraman got canned that day
'Cause when he zoomed in on her, he missed a double play

But when you got legs like that, what's a man to do?
Coppertone gold and buttermilk smooth
Long and lean and gleaming in the sun
When you got legs like that walking that way
A red-blooded man can't be blamed
For plumb forgetting how he's supposed to act
Looking at legs like that


Will Hopkins / Dustin James