My Son John John C. Reilly

My son John was tall and slim
And he had a leg for every limb
But now he's got no legs at all
For he ran a race with a cannonball

Timmy roo dum da, fa riddle da
Wack for the riddle, timmy roo dum da

Oh, were you deaf or were you blind
When you left your two fine legs behind?
Or was it sailing on the sea
Wore your two fine legs right down to your knee?

Timmy roo dum da, fa riddle da
Wack for the riddle, timmy roo dum da

I was not deaf, I was not blind
When I left two fine legs behind
Nor was it sailing on the sea
Wore me two fine legs right down to me knee

Timmy roo dum da, fa riddle da
Wack for the riddle, timmy roo dum da

When I was tall and I was slim
And I had a leg for every limb
But now I've got no legs at all
They were both shot away by a cannonball