Stop Moving to Florida

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

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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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