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