Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger, he shoot coca-cola
He say "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now over me He bag production
E got walrus gumboot He got Ono sideboard
He one spinal cracker He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me
Come together Come together Come together Come together
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