Stop
I don't know the words
I think they're wrong
Stop
It don't matter, Jack
Because no here really knows this song
Never knew how hard this song could be
Now this damn song's made a fool of me
My backstage is hazy
One more time, one more [?] to drive me crazy
Never knew how hard this song could be
Now this damn song's made a fool of me
My backstage is hazy
One more time, one more [?] to drive me crazy
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Well, I been movin' down to Florida
And I'm gonna bowl me a perfect game
Well I'm gonna cut off my leg down in Florida, child
And I'm gonna dance one-legged off in the rain
Now, they say that Sidney Poitier was a blind man
And they say that LBJ was a Soviet Jew
Said when I go down the Florida way
There ain't no kind of sexual healing that I would not, could not, should not do
Check this right here
Well I been movin' down to Florida
I'm gonna potty train the Chairman Mao
I'm gonna make the governor write my doodoo a letter, child
And I'm gonna grind me up a White Castle slider out of India's sacred cow
Well, I been movin' down to Florida way
And I'm gonna build me the atomic bomb
Well, I'm gonna hold time hostage down in Florida, child
There ain't nobody, said ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do
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