He made a run for his money
They called him Leggs to be funny
'Cause he broke a limb in a chase
When he stumbled on a race to the getaway

He was too small to be scary
But he was much smarter than many
And that kept him safe, in a way
But it never quite changed his existence

Oh, Leggs, how you've come from rags to riches
Still you're so afraid
To be left on your own
Oh, Leggs, how he's gone from bad to wishes
Still it's hard to believe that you're not all alone

Leggs could be cunning if needed
That's just the way he succeeded
Surviving sometimes to the test
That comes best, with their ruthlessness

But he could be so much better
He could be light as a feather
And that's how he came
He was never the same
Leggs got out alive
And now he's right

Oh, Leggs, how you've come from rags to riches
Still you're so afraid
To be left on your own
Oh, Leggs, how he's gone from bad to wishes
Still it's hard to believe that you're not all alone (x3)