My friend Ferdinand will, if he can  Cross that bridge to a little girl's skirt  Hands on which he's a terrible flirt  Says it's good, tells me that I should  Copy him as much as I can  Ride into a dock with only one hand  "I know you gotta be kiddin' me  No man could ever do that and get away"    My, my, my, my, Ferdinand  Oh, you're telling lies again, Ferdinand    Copin' lay one day  Said to me 'Boy, hey!  Did you hear what is coming from there?'  She was pointing at Ferdinand's hand  In walks Ferdinand's room  Made she cries and beating her chest  I know I got what it takes, but boy!  You really got the rest  "Oh, no, you gotta be kiddin' me!  No more, it's just what I need to fade away"    My, my, my, my, Ferdinand  Oh, you're still a one-man hand, Ferdinand