Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly, babeHe got joo-joo eyeball he one holy rollerHe got hair, mama, down to his kneesGot to be a joker, he just do what he pleaseNow,He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam footballHe got monkey fingers, yeah, he shoot coca-colaNow, He say "I know you, and, mama, you know me"Yeah!One thing I can tell, mama, lord you gotta be freeCome together right now, dog, lord, over meHe bag production, he got walrus gumbootHe got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker, oh mama, yeahHe got feet, yeah, down below his kneeAhhh, hold his arms, you can't hold his diseaseCome together right now, oh, over meOh yeah now.He roller-coaster, he got early warningHe got muddy water, he one mojo filterHe say "One and one, lord, mama and one and one is three"Got to be good-looking motherfucker 'cause he's so hard to seeCome together, oh yeah, over me
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